Hidden away from the world, a man bares his soul, and his body, to the unblinking eye of the camera. His verification video is a dance of solitude, a ritual of self-pleasure. His hands, at first hesitant, grow bolder, exploring his flesh, tracing the lines of his muscles, until they find the hard length of his cock. He strokes himself, his body arching, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room is filled with the sounds of his pleasure, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the low moan that builds in his throat. He is a soloboy, lost in his own world, his verification video a confession of his solitary sins.