The camera pans over a dimly lit room, a single chair in the center. A hand, trembling slightly, enters the frame, clutching a wad of cash. The screen fades to black, the sound of a zipper being pulled down echoing in the silence. A lubed-up grip emerges, steadily working a throbbing cock. The pace quickens, the breath hitches, and with a final, desperate stroke, the solo artist spills his load, the camera catching the glistening mess on the bills.