In the quiet of the night, a daughter in her pajamas, restlessly, slides her hand under the covers. Her father, aroused by her unintended signals, joins her, his own pajamas tenting. They start slow, hesitant, their eyes locked in the dim light. He reaches out, touching her through her thin nightshirt, feeling her hardened nipples. She gasps, arching into his touch, her hand reaching for his erection. They escalate, their breath coming in ragged gasps, until they're skin to skin, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time.