You enter a room doused with the smell of mens sexhormoned aftershave. You glance to the left and see rows upon rows of lockers with numbers on them. You see over your right shoulder a couple of toilet stalls and a urinal.

You also see a room to the far back of the locker room, to your amazement I is filled with some Vibro-Vac-Massage machines. On the bench in front of you is a bottle of some strange liquid.