From curtained alcoves, the anonymous exertions of male bodies sweat into the twilit hallway. The woman’s nose wrinkles. “Semen. That je ne sais quoi. Come.” She snaps a leash; its prompt slackness engenders a smile. A man haltered by his balls is a resolutely compliant creature.

The scent crescendos at the booth. “Open it, pet.”

The door's squeak rouses movement in the shadows.

“Get inside.” She locks the door.

Figures materialize, anxiously skulking closer. A naked, heavyset man fists his tumescent cock through the hole.

The woman blows a kiss to the booth. “Dare me anytime, pet. Bon appétit.”