In the quiet of her room, Tai Lee begins her nightly ritual. She slips off her silk robe, her body glistening in the soft moonlight. She sits on the edge of her bed, her back straight, her legs slightly parted. Her fingers dance over her skin, tracing the curve of her breasts, the softness of her belly, before dipping between her legs. She moans softly, her head tilting back, as she begins to touch herself, her fingers moving in a rhythm as old as time, her body responding to her touch with a warmth that spreads through her, building, building, until she finds her release.