A small auditorium. Mainly women but some men. A man comes on stage from the wings. He is naked, his slim body completely shaven and oiled. His dark hair is cut androgeynously. Were it not for his cock, he could be a flat-chested young woman. He is lightly tanned. The soft lighting captures the contours of his body and its muscled planes framed in shadows. He has a long, perfect back that flows into his buttocks. With his back to the audience, he bends to grasp his ankles exposing his anus. He remains like that for several seconds – people are leaning forward in their seats – as the opening bars Ravel's Bolero fill the space. He starts to dance, his naked body fluent and graceful moving sinuously in rhythm with the music. The audience watch his gyrations, breath held as if mesmerised. His cock has been soft but as he dances, it gradually hardens. When the music stops and he turns to stand motionless before the spectators, it is fully erect. A pause and he ejaculates, spurts of cum spattering to the stage floor in front of him. Eyes closed, with each spurt, he thrusts forward with his groin, privately contained in the pleasure of his public orgasm, until his ejaculation slows and stops. He has not touched himself once. The stage goes dark and he disappears but the thrill and beauty of his nudity remain. For a long minute, no one moves.