In the quiet of his space, he sheds his clothes, baring himself to the soft glow of the room. The 'soloboy' begins his ritual, his hand tracing the curves of his body, his touch becoming more insistent as he feels the heat rising. The 'placer' is his sanctuary, the 'sabroso' his reward. His body responds to his touch, his breath hitching as he brings himself to the edge, then tumbles over, lost in the sweet oblivion of release.