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The room is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of oil. He lies on the table, his body a canvas waiting to be painted with pleasure. He begins at his neck, his strong hands working the oil into his skin, feeling each ridge and valley. He takes his time, savoring the sensation, the way the oil makes his body slippery and smooth. His hands move lower, over his chest, his abs, his thighs, each touch sending sparks of desire coursing through him. The oil is his lubricant, his companion, as he loses himself in the dance of his hands on his body, his solo performance a symphony of slick, sensual movements.