In the throes of horniness, a masked figure begins their private worship, invoking the spirit of Asmodeus. The room, adorned with candles and symbols, pulsates with a primal energy. The figure's body glistens with sweat as they pleasure themselves, a symphony of moans and the wet sounds of their body filling the air. They arch their back, pushing their hips forward, desperate for release. The room trembles as they climax, their body convulsing, a silent prayer of thanks to the entity they believe has granted them this ecstasy.