In the quiet of their room, Llamasr indulges in a private, romantic fantasy. They picture a beautiful stranger, their eyes meeting across a crowded room, the spark of attraction instantaneous. Their hand moves in sync with their imagination, tracing the path of their lover's imaginary touch. Their body responds, their heart racing, their breath coming in short gasps. They can almost feel the softness of their lover's lips, the warmth of their breath on their skin. With a final, urgent stroke, they find their climax, their body convulsing as they imagine their lover's name on their lips.