Belbitanus, dressed in nothing but black stockings and a hungry expression, takes center stage. His hand wraps around his hardening cock, pumping slowly as he leans back, eyes closed, lost in fantasy. The room fills with his soft moans, the only soundtrack to his private dance. His rhythm quickens, fingers tracing the outline of his shaft, teasing his sensitive head. With a final, shuddering breath, he spills over, cum dripping down his hand, marking his stockings as a trophy of his solo triumph.