In the dimly lit room, a lone figure, Encore, finds solace in the throes of self-pleasure. His hand wraps around his stiff dick, stroking it with a rhythm born of familiarity and desire. He imagines the soft touch of a lover, the wetness of a mouth, the tightness of a cunt. His breath hitches as he nears the edge, his body tensing, ready to surrender to the sweet release.