The house is empty, but not silent. Carlos, in the throes of his virtual passion, controls his avatar with practiced ease. The game's engine hums softly, a constant reminder of the digital world's existence. Carlos' avatar, a Vortex of lust, fingers its perfect, untouched pussy, the animation fluid and realistic. The room, once sterile, now pulses with kinky energy as Carlos, lost in his virtual reality, brings his digital self to the brink of pleasure, only to deny it, prolonging the game's endless, taboo loop.