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The sound of the shower echoes through the house, a beacon for the young woman's private dance. She steps into the tub, the water caressing her skin like a lover's touch. Her hands, small and delicate, cup her breasts, lifting them, feeling their weight. She runs her thumbs over her nipples, watching as they harden into stiff peaks. The sight of her body, the feel of her hands, sparks a fire within her, a fire she's more than willing to stoke alone.