Duende welcomes us to his private temple, where the only deity is his girlfriend's stunning rear end. "Torreon" is the altar where he pays homage, his fingers tracing the curves and dips, his eyes gleaming with adoration. He pulls her close, his breath hot on her skin as he whispers prayers of praise, his tongue tracing the path his fingers have taken. The atmosphere is electric, the air heavy with the scent of her arousal and the sound of his fervent worship.