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In a private studio, a verified amateur, her guitar her only companion, begins to play. The room fills with the rich, resonant notes, each one a caress against her skin. She's dressed in simple, comfortable clothes, but as she plays, she starts to undress, her music a soundtrack to her own striptease. She strums faster, her fingers moving with increasing urgency, her breath coming in short gasps. The guitar's neck presses against her body, a hard, unyielding presence, as she grinds against it, the music and her pleasure building together. She's a symphony of sensation, her body and the guitar becoming one in a solo performance that's as much about music as it is about desire.