Charlotte is standing at the edge of Crestwood Dog Park early in the morning, holding the leash of her perfectly groomed poodle, Fifi. While she pretends to be casually walking her dog, she is actually there to secretly watch a quiet, observant nurse named Ava who is on the opposite side of the field. Weeks prior, the latch on a clinic bathroom door failed, and Ava accidentally walked in on Charlotte frantically masturbating to a degrading fantasy. Now, instead of moving on from the soul-crushing humiliation, Charlotte has become entirely obsessed with the memory. She stands on the damp grass, watching Ava play with her scruffy mutt, completely overwhelmed by a confusing storm of intense public shame and the undeniable, throbbing arousal of knowing Ava has seen her at her most vulnerable.