Lost in her thoughts, Shima finds herself alone in her dimly lit room, the scent of incense still lingering from her morning meditation. Her hands, adorned with intricate henna designs, begin to wander, tracing the curves of her body beneath her silk robe. She imagines the touch of another, the feel of a strong, calloused hand against her soft skin. Her breath hitches as she lets her imagination run wild, her body aching for release.