In Julio Andraede's intimate cinematic snapshot, a mysterious figure indulges in the art of masturbation. The scene is set with a simple, unadorned bedroom, the only adornment the figure's lithe body and expressive face. They begin slowly, tentatively, their hands exploring their body with a curious, almost reverent touch. As they grow more confident, their movements become more assured, more passionate. They moan softly, their eyes fluttering closed, their body arching as they chase their release. It's a papita-pack-pleasing performance, a rich, exquisitely executed exploration of self-pleasure.