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Under the cloak of night, he steps out into the cool air, already bare and unabashed. A cigarette hangs from his lips as he lights it, the flame briefly illuminating his face. He takes a long drag, the smoke curling around him like a spectral lover. His hand wanders, cupping his growing erection, before he gives in to temptation. He strokes himself slowly, the rhythm matching the pulsating glow of his cigarette, as the moon casts its silent gaze upon his solitary dance.