In the dimly lit room, Glenine's eager tongue traces the curves of unseen delights. Two silhouettes, a man and a woman, lie naked and writhing, their moans echoing as he explores their most intimate parts. He starts at the woman's wetness, lapping at her folds, his tongue darting in and out, drawing gasps of pleasure. The man's ass, firm and round, gets its turn, Glenine's tongue circling the puckered hole before pushing in, causing the man to buck his hips. They switch places, and the cycle begins anew, each lick, each suck, pushing them closer to the edge.