Delphine, a middle-aged woman with a penchant for the taboo, finds herself alone with her stepson. As they argue, their voices rising, so does the tension. She notices his gaze lingering on her curves, and she feels a spark ignite. They lock eyes, and the air thickens with unspoken desires. Delphine, unable to resist, reaches out to touch his arm, tracing the muscles beneath his shirt. He swallows hard, his eyes never leaving hers. She leans in, her voice barely a whisper, "You know what I want, don't you?"