Rikki, a vision in her black lace teddy, and her paramour, clad in matching crimson, tussle on the silk sheets, their breath ragged from exertion and arousal. The soft, plump pillows give way under their weight, as they do their best to maintain a playful facade. But as Rikki's fingers brush against her lover's thigh, and her lover's hand cups Rikki's breast, the game becomes a pretense for their escalating desire. Their bodies press together, their lips meet, and they surrender to the sweet, sapphic symphony of their love.