In the quiet of her room, a woman, her eyes closed, begins her private dance. She slowly unbuttons her blouse, exposing smooth, tanned skin. Her hands trace the curves of her body as she slips out of her skirt, standing now in delicate lace. She lies back, her fingers tracing the edge of her panties, teasing, before they slip inside, exploring her wetness. Her body arches, a soft moan escaping her lips as she finds her rhythm, her fingers moving in a dance as old as time.