For some reason, the women's room looked far more crowded than the men's, maybe there was an event? Sticking to your wall-hugging strategy, you try and stay under the lockers as you inch your way across the room. The floor was filthy, covered in wet towels, cold pool water, and the discarded socks and shoes of current swimmers or those taking a shower. As you near the end of the locker hall, you have to pass by three shower stalls to reach the pool door. The first was empty aside from a large collection of pubic hair lodged in the drain. The second was occupied with warm water leaking out from under the curtain and the obnoxious humming of the man inside. As you are about to reach the third and final stall, the curtain is thrown open, and outstep a fully nude 30-something-year-old man careless of his public indecency. You can't help but stare at his building-sized member hanging freely in the air, hundreds of stories above you. His bare feet stomp past you, splashing water in their wake, and nearly crushing you in the process.

Finally, you reach the pool door. The thin gap under it is still large enough for you to prone under and once you reach the other side, you're immediately hit with the hot, stale air of the pool. It reeks of chlorine and worse yet, it's crowded. Far too crowded for your liking. As you look around at the different people you start to put together what is happening...