Quien quiere? stands alone, his question hanging in the air. He doesn't wait for an answer, instead, he begins to satisfy his own curiosity. He starts slow, his hand barely touching, teasing himself. His body responds, his breath quickens, and he picks up the pace. He's a solo artist, his body his instrument, and he plays it with increasing vigor. His grip tightens, his strokes become more urgent, and with a final, passionate cry, he reaches his crescendo, leaving him breathless and spent.