A naked man with his eyes covered by a black blindfold is kneeling on all fours on an unmade bed, resting his hands on the wrinkled sheets of a run-down, dimly lit room. In front of him, at the threshold of the open door, another man appears dressed in a white football uniform, a shirt with dark trim, shorts, high socks and sneakers, looking inside with a serious expression. The room has stained and aged walls, a lamp next to the bed, dark curtains, an air conditioning unit and the atmosphere of a cheap motel, intimate and tense, lit by the warm light coming from the hallway.