Obi, alone in the bathroom, lets his desires take over. He undresses, his body tense with anticipation. He takes himself in hand, his grip firm, his movements steady. The room fills with the sound of his pleasure, his moans echoing off the tiled walls. He turns to the mirror, watching his reflection as he nears his peak. His strokes become erratic, his body tensing, and with a final thrust, he comes, his release coating the mirror in a slick, glistening mess.