Nature's quiet is shattered by the click of a lighter and the snap of a cigarette being lit. A woman, her glasses glinting in the sunlight, takes a long drag, her crimson lips pursing around the filter. She's not alone; a man, her eager plaything, watches her every move. She holds out the cigarette, her manicured nails tapping against the filter. "Ash," she commands, and he leans in, his tongue out, lapping at the ash as it falls. She laughs, a low, sultry sound, as he struggles to keep up, her dominance clear in every line of her body.