In her dimly lit room, Rikka's body moves to the pulsating beat, her hand working feverishly between her thighs. She's a maestro, her fingers the conductor, her pussy the instrument. The music reaches a climax, and so does she, her moans drowning out the melody. Unbeknownst to her, an audience has gathered, the neighbor's eyes glued to the lewd display, fantasizing about replacing Rikka's fingers with his throbbing cock, fucking her mouth to the beat.