In the hushed silence of his private chamber, a lone man, unseen and unknown, performs a ritual of verification for Lechehot. The dim lighting casts long shadows as he strokes his rigid cock, the only sound the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. His body tenses, his breath hitches, and with a final, shuddering gasp, he completes his task, leaving only the scent of sex and the glistening evidence of his performance.