In the quiet confines of his private study, Professor Faustino indulges in a solo interlude. His educated hands explore his body, tracing the lines of his muscles, feeling the heat that builds beneath his skin. With a hungry gaze, he watches his own reflection in the window, his breath fogging the glass as his desire grows. His touch becomes more urgent, his rhythm more intense, until he reaches his climax, a silent cry of pleasure escaping his lips.