Alone in his room, a curious straight boy agrees to a screen test, his curiosity piqued by the promise of a mysterious encounter. As the camera rolls, I attempt to turn him, my words laced with innuendo, my gestures subtly suggestive. He squirms, his cheeks flush, but he remains resolute, his straightness an unyielding fortress. Yet, there's a spark in his eyes, a flicker of intrigue that keeps the game alive. It's just me and my words, a solitary seduction dance that leaves us both breathless.