In a private, dimly lit room, a man, alone with his thoughts, begins to explore his body. His fingers trace the curve of his muscles, pausing at his growing erection. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the pulse of life beneath his skin. His strokes are slow, deliberate, a dance of pleasure and anticipation. The room echoes with the sound of his pleasure, the wet slap of skin on skin. His breath hitches, his strokes become erratic, and with a final, desperate pump, he finds release, his body convulsing as he paints his chest with his hard-earned reward.