In the hushed silence of his room, Fedelargo's faithful follower begins his intimate ritual. With reverent hands, he explores his rigid shaft, drawing out the pleasure. He imagines Ziva's touch, her gaze, intensifying his arousal. His strokes become more urgent, his breath ragged. The tension in his balls grows unbearable, and with a low moan, he surrenders. His hot seed spills forth, a sacrifice to the object of his adoration, Ziva.