DrurthZarthonon, alone and aroused, finds solace in self-gratification. His room, a sanctuary of forbidden desires, echoes with his whispered encouragements. He touches himself, his body writhing with each stroke. The room, once mundane, transforms into a playground of carnal pleasures. His breath hitches, his grip tightens, and in a moment of intense ecstasy, he finds release, his body convulsing with the force of his orgasm.