Angel Daisy, alone in her boudoir, craves satisfaction. She teases her curves, her fingers tracing the lace of her lingerie. Her eyes gleam as she retrieves a discreet toy from her drawer. She moans, her body arching as she explores her wetness, the toy buzzing against her clit. Her breath hitches, her hips moving in rhythm, chasing her release. Suddenly, she's interrupted. A voice echoes, "Daisy, are you in there?" She freezes, her heart pounding, the toy still humming between her legs.