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The therapist's voice, low and authoritative, commands Cassandra to touch herself, to feel the heat between her legs. She tentatively obeys, her breath hitching as she finds her clit, rubbing it gently, building a slow, steady rhythm. Her moans grow louder, more insistent, echoing in the otherwise silent room. The therapist's voice, a constant presence, urges her on, pushing her towards a climax that promises to be intense, cathartic, a release from her inhibitions.