Reynosa's night is alive with the rhythmic chants of Asmodeo Asmodeus, his voice echoing through the streets like a siren call. Inside his apartment, he stands before an altar adorned with symbols of Hecate, his body tense with anticipation. He begins to masturbate, his hand moving in slow, deliberate strokes as he invokes the goddess, seeking her divine touch. His hips move in time with his hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he imagines Hecate's fingers entwined with his, guiding him towards ecstasy. The room fills with the scent of sex and the power of his sex-magick ritual, a dance of lust and devotion under the moon's watchful gaze.