Nicolasexhib, in his opulent dining room, indulges in a solo exhibition. The table, a stage for his desires, hosts his masturbatory dance. He starts slow, savoring each touch, then builds to a fever pitch, his strokes matching the rhythm of his heart. His body bears the evidence of his pleasure, glistening and quivering, as he puts on a show for no one but himself. His finish, a grand finale, leaves him breathless and spent, the table a canvas of his passion.