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The bed, a silent accomplice, bears witness to his intimate act. The towel, once a barrier, now a mere tease, hints at what lies beneath. His breath hitches as he picks up the pace, his sole companion the soft rustle of fabric against skin. The room echoes with his quiet moans, a symphony of solitude and desire.