Sola, unaccompanied, steps into the spotlight. This is her stage, her sanctuary. She's a priestess, her body the temple, her fingers the offering. She anoints herself, her hands gliding over her breasts, her belly, her thighs. She parts her legs, revealing her slick center, and begins her worship. She's a sight to behold, a symphony of sin and salvation, a dance of desire that you're privileged to witness.