The Indian soloboy, impatient yet enticing, performs a solo dance for the camera. His hands roam his body, pausing at the button of his jeans, which he slowly pops open. His touch grows more insistent, his breath ragged, as he teases himself, rubbing his throbbing length through the thin fabric of his boxers. He's waiting, hoping, for someone, anyone, to step in and relieve the building tension, to turn his solo show into a heated duet.