In the quiet confines of his office, a suited man, Tadeu-O, finds solace in his solitude. He unbuckles his pants, revealing his throbbing member, and begins to stroke it with expert precision. The rhythm of his punheta is steady, his breath hitching as he nears his climax. The office, usually bustling with activity, is now his private sanctuary, the hum of the fluorescent lights his only companion.