In the throes of obsession, a devotee sequesters himself, his sole purpose to honor Pepina La Reina in the most intimate of ways. His hand, a poor substitute for her touch, works feverishly, his body tensing as he nears the precipice. His breath hitches, his eyes roll back, and with a guttural groan, he pays his respects, his seed painting the air, a sacred offering to his beloved idol.