In a private, dimly lit room, Lore's admirers gather, their eyes fixed on the screen displaying their muse. They're a mix of ages, backgrounds, but united in their desire to honor Lore. Their hands move in sync, caressing their lengths, their breaths coming in ragged gasps as they approach the edge. The air is thick with anticipation, the sound of flesh on flesh punctuated only by the occasional whispered plea for release, as they cum for Lore, their bodies coated in their own tribute.