The camera's eye, unseen, unheard, watches as a young woman, her body draped in a sheer nightgown, paces her room, her mind consumed by thoughts of her brother's forbidden touch. Her fingers trace the path his hands have taken, her breath hitches at the memory of his lips on hers. As the camera records, she succumbs to her fantasy, her body writhing, her touch becoming his, until she collapses, sated and trembling, in the aftermath of her self-imposed taboo.