Maggo, restless in quarantine, turns to their own desires for comfort. They slip into a sultry solo session, their body writhing in the dim light. Their hands roam, pinching hardened nipples, then trailing lower to part their slick lips. They tease themselves, drawing out their pleasure, before finally giving in to a feverish pace, their fingers plunging in and out as they chase their release, their cries of ecstasy echoing in the empty room.