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The soft hum of the city outside his window fails to penetrate the silence of his inner sanctum. Mr. Softie, a man of refined tastes, prefers his pleasures unadorned and private. He reclines on the plush chaise, his body a study in relaxation as his hands begin their slow, deliberate journey. His eyes, closed in concentration, betray none of the intense sensations he's experiencing. His strokes are steady, confident, the grip just tight enough to draw a soft gasp from his lips. His body tenses, a quiet sigh escaping as he finds his release, his essence spilling forth in a soft, warm cascade.