Claudia, craving intimacy in her vast, silent casa, turns to her own touch. She wanders, fingers trailing along cold surfaces, her mind filling in the gaps with remembered caresses. In the bathroom, she undresses, her body a landscape she knows well. She sinks to the floor, her fingers parting her folds, finding her clit, and she moans, a sound swallowed by the empty rooms. Her imagination runs wild, her body tensing as she nears release, her cries echoing through the house.