Carinello's bathroom is filled with the scent of soap and the sound of water dripping. He's alone, his secret desire bubbling to the surface. With a mischievous grin, he grabs the hairbrush, its bristles glistening with remnants of his last styling session. He turns the water to a warm, inviting temperature and bends over, his soapy anus ready for the brush's gentle, yet firm, exploration. It's a dirty little secret, but it feels so right.