In the dimly lit room of his Bordeaux apartment, a young man, clad only in loose-fitting pajama bottoms, sprawls out on his bed. His eyes are glued to the screen, watching the final episode of Game of Thrones. As the credits roll, he sighs, "Nothing to jerk off to now," and his hand instinctively travels south, pushing his pants down to reveal his already hardening cock. He begins to stroke, his grip firm, his rhythm steady.