Sebastien's name echoes through the grand manor, a whispered secret among the staff. His late-night escapades are no secret, his moans of pleasure resonating through the halls. Tonight, he's alone in the library, surrounded by leather-bound books and the scent of aged parchment. His fingers trace the spines, stopping at a particularly worn volume. He smiles, knowing its contents will fuel his desires. He spreads the book open, revealing explicit illustrations, and begins to touch himself, his body aching for release.