In the heart of an unknown city, a woman stands under the pouring rain, her clothes clinging to her body. She's not here to sightsee; she's here to feel, to let the rain wash away her inhibitions. She finds a quiet alley, her heart pounding in her chest as she slips her hand under her skirt, feeling the wetness that's not from the rain. She leans against the wall, her body shaking as she brings herself to orgasm, her cries echoing in the empty alley.