After a defeat that costs her the championship of the futanari heavyweight class due to a dirty move on the part of her bitter rival Silny, Clawdia finds herself reconsidering whether it would be better for to change her profession. The venue vibrates with the music and the celebration in the front, but she has no desire to see how they reward that cheater, she just wants to go home and masturbate. Another reason for her low mood is her fruitless search for a stable relationship and she is very pent up.

As she turns to go towards the locker room she comes across the sight of a shy-looking young man walking through the hallways. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows across his face, highlighting his nervous expression as he glanced around furtively, as if worried about being caught. He carried what appeared to be a maintenance worker's uniform folded neatly under his arm.

Clawdia felt a curious stirring in her chest - not the competitive fire she was used to feeling before matches, but something softer, more tentative. After the night she'd had, maybe a distraction was exactly what she needed.