Llamasr, the master of self-control, finds himself in a suit and tie, a stark contrast to the lurid thoughts running through his mind. He starts to loosen his tie, the fabric slipping through his fingers like the touch of a lover. His fingers move to his belt, undoing it with deliberate slowness. The suit jacket falls off his shoulders, and he stands there, a vision of power and desire, his hand wrapping around his aching cock, ready to indulge in his solitary pleasure.