Solita, a woman scorned, retreats to her room, her heart heavy with despair. She undresses, her gaze falling on her reflection in the mirror. She sees the hunger in her eyes, the need for touch. She reaches between her legs, her fingers finding her slick folds. She strokes her clit, her body responding to her own touch, yearning for more. She fingers herself, her moans filling the room as she chases her orgasm, finding it with a shudder, her pussy pulsing around her fingers.