The room is sparse, a single camera captures the ritualistic dance. He stands, his body glistening with sweat, his cock throbbing with need. He grabs a nearby bottle of lube, coating his cock, his fingers, preparing himself. He turns, presenting his ass, and slowly pushes a finger, then two, inside. His moans fill the room, primal, guttural, as he prepares himself for the unseen audition. His body tenses, his cock pulses, and he collapses, spent, onto the bed, his verification complete.