Isabella Schultz, under the cloak of night, lets her darkest fantasies consume her. She's not the prim and proper woman the world sees; she's a woman of insatiable appetites. She slips a hand beneath her negligee, finding her wetness, her fingers moving in rhythm with her imagination. She pictures forbidden lovers, their bodies entwined, their moans echoing hers. Her other hand pinches her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She's lost in her lust, a slave to her own desires, until a creaking floorboard brings her back to reality, her heart pounding with the thrill of her near-discovery.