In a dimly lit bathroom, a woman, her body clad only in a towel, catches her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes, wild and hungry, are drawn to the crimson stain on her towel, a sign of her cyclical nature. She drops the towel, letting it pool at her feet, and runs a finger along her inner thigh, collecting the essence of her womanhood. She brings it to her lips, tasting the metallic tang, her body shivering with primal desire.