In the hush of night, Ba's eyes flicker open, drawn to the soft glow emanating from the forbidden laptop. His feet lead him, a moth to the flame, as he watches the gay men on screen. Their bodies entwined, they explore each other with a hunger that Ba can't comprehend yet feels in the pit of his stomach. The room fills with their moans, the sound of flesh on flesh, the wet sounds of pleasure. Ba's hand tentatively reaches out, touching the screen, feeling the heat of the bodies, the slickness of their sweat. His breaths come in short gasps, his own body responding to the explicit display, as he watches, learns, and yearns for more.