Prompt

static wide two-shot in a men's locker room. Warm overhead light, tiled floor, wood benches, metal lockers, a fogged doorway at the back with steam rolling out of the shower room. The two men stand side by side, front-on to the camera, about a meter apart, both looking straight down the lens. LEFT: a Black man, mid-20s, tall, broad shoulders, defined chest and arms, damp skin, white towel slung low on his waist. Confident, loud, a eating grin. RIGHT: a white man, mid-20s, swimmer's build, dark hair, freckled shoulders, black boxer briefs. Softer, cheekier, plays off the other guy. Photorealistic, natural sweat sheen, steam in the air. [0s–6s] Both just stand there grinning at the camera, hands on hips. The Black man on the left juts his chin at the lens. Audio: room tone, distant running water, lockers creaking. He says: "Well look who wandered in." The white man, without looking away from the lens: "We saved you a spot." They bump shoulders, both laughing. [6s–13s] They start showing off — slow, teasing. The left man rolls his shoulders and stretches one arm across his chest, then the other, holding his arm up so his armpit and bicep are fully in frame. The right man copies him but slower, arching his back. Audio: soft laughs. The left man says: "You seein' this? We been at it for *hours*." The right man: "He's showing off. Ignore him." Beat. He stretches his other arm up too. "I'm showing off more." [13s–20s] The teasing gets physical. The white man hooks a thumb in his waistband and snaps it, tugging it low. The Black man untucks his towel and re-wraps it, letting the camera get a flash of hip and thigh. They keep glancing at each other and back at the lens, egging each other on. Audio: he says, cocky: "Towel's not staying on much longer, by the way." The other: "Mine either." [20s–27s] They finally do it — casual, unhurried. The white man shoves his briefs down and steps out of them, then the Black man drops the towel, both now naked, standing relaxed, not covering anything, still front-on. They look at the camera like it's obvious. Audio: fabric hitting the floor, water hissing louder. One of them says: "There. Happy?" The other, softer: "Now it's your turn." [27s–30s] They turn and walk toward the fogged shower doorway, glancing back over their shoulders at the lens, backs and asses in frame now. Audio: footsteps on wet tile, steam, water getting louder. The left man jerks his head toward the showers: "Come on. You're already here." Hold as they disappear into the steam. Water keeps running.