The university's echoing halls amplify her footsteps as she hurries to the restroom, her mind racing with images of her reflection, naked and wanton. She locks the door, leans against it, and closes her eyes, imagining her hands aren't hers, but her reflection's. She feels the cool air on her skin as she strips, the sensation intensified by her imagination. Her panties slip off, and she spreads her legs, her fingers finding her slick folds. She moans softly, her reflection's mouth mirroring hers, as she brings herself closer to release.