In the dim light of his room, a desperate man, driven by carnal hunger, begins a dance of solace. His body moves with a life of its own, his hands exploring every contour as he strips, revealing a stiff, yearning pole. He grips it, stroking it in time with his dance, his breath coming in ragged pants. His dance becomes a desperate plea, his strokes turning violent as he chases his release. With a final cry, he finds it, his body convulsing as he spills his seed, staining his skin with his desperation.