Under the watchful eye of the crucifix, he begins his secret ritual, the faint scent of sweat and pre-cum mingling with the dusty air. His hand moves with practiced ease, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He imagines faceless women, their bodies writhing beneath his touch, their moans echoing in his mind. The room grows warmer, his movements more urgent, until with a final, shuddering gasp, he finds his release, his body convulsing as he paints the floor with his essence.