Aunty Alisha's bath time ritual becomes a sensory feast as she luxuriates in the tub, her body aching for touch. The water's heat and the scent of soap arouse her, her fingers tracing the contours of her breasts, her nipples hardening at the thought of hungering for someone she shouldn't. The mirror fogs, her reflection a blur, as she slips her hand lower, her breath ragged with anticipation, her body yearning for more than just soap and water.