Amalia, a woman of no name and no past, finds solace in the darkness of her room. She strips off her clothes, her body bathed in the soft glow of the moon. She lies down on her bed, her legs spread wide, her fingers exploring her wet folds. She moans softly, her body arching as she pleasures herself. Her other hand pinches and twists her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She imagines a faceless lover, their hands on her body, their mouth on her breasts, their cock buried deep inside her. She brings herself to the brink of orgasm, her body tense, her breath coming in short gasps, before finally letting go, her body shaking as she comes undone.