Michelle Thorne, in the heart of the conservatory, finds herself alone and antsy. She decides to indulge in a private moment, her hands wandering over her curves. She starts with gentle touches, her fingers tracing the outline of her breasts, teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her dress. She lets out a soft moan, her eyes closed, as she imagines a secret lover's touch. Her hand slides down her body, slipping beneath the hem of her dress, finding her wet, waiting pussy. She fingers herself, her breath hitching, her body arching with each stroke. The conservatory, once quiet, now echoes with her pleasure.