The petite schoolgirl, her uniform skirt riding up her thighs, finds solace in the bathroom's privacy. Her slim fingers trace the lace of her panties, dipping underneath to stroke her damp folds. Moans escape her lips, bouncing off the cold tiles, as she pinches her small, hard nipples through her blouse. She's close, so close, when a voice pierces her bubble, "You're not alone, you know. I can hear you." Startled, she freezes, her heart pounding, but her arousal remains, throbbing between her legs.