In the dimly lit chamber, an unknown admirer pays homage to Rossy, his body aching with desire. He runs his hands over himself, mimicking the touch he longs for from Rossy. His breath hitches as he envisions her lips wrapped around him, her eyes locked onto his. He picks up the pace, his hips bucking as he nears his climax. With a final, shuddering groan, he spills forth his tribute, his body limp as he floats back down to reality, his heart still racing from his Rossy-fueled fantasy.