Mauricio, the lone performer in this intimate show, uses his pants as a makeshift stage for his private performance. The fabric, once casual, now a tool for his pleasure, feels the full force of his desire. He grinds, he strokes, he teases, his hands moving with a rhythm as old as time. The pants, once simple, now a dance partner, become a blur of motion, a symphony of sensation, until Mauricio reaches his crescendo, his release marked by a guttural groan and a damp patch on the fabric.