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The room is bathed in the warm, golden light of late afternoon. A man stands in the middle, naked, his body a landscape of shadows and curves. He takes his time, caressing his skin, feeling the texture, the warmth. His eyes are closed, lost in the sensation. The air is filled with the scent of his cologne, a hint of sweat, and the faintest trace of something more intimate. He is at ease, at peace, in his own skin.