This Taicocklover production is a masterclass in self-pleasure. Our anonymous hero, stripped bare, stands before the mirror, admiring his reflection, particularly the monster between his legs. He wraps his large hand around it, feeling the pulse of life, the hunger for release. His strokes are confident, his grip tight, knowing exactly what his body craves. He's a pianist, playing a sonata of lust, each note bringing him closer to the climatic crescendo.