A solo symphony of lust unfolds in the sultry Brazilian night. The Carioca boy, a stranger to the girl's allure, retreats to his sanctum to indulge in his fantasies. His hand, a substitute for her touch, works his rigid, veined shaft with increasing urgency. The girl's image, etched in his mind, fuels his desire. Her laughter, her touch, her scent - all imaginary, yet potently real in his fevered imagination. His strokes quicken, his breath hitches, as he races towards his climax, the girl's ghostly touch pushing him over the edge.