XiaoYing, a vision of ethereal beauty, finds solace in her forbidden rituals. Tonight, she anoints herself with salve, the cool liquid against her heated skin a welcome contrast. She imagines her lover's touch, her fingers mimicking his movements as they delve into her wetness. The room is filled with the scent of her arousal, a heady perfume that promises sinful delights. As she brings herself closer to the edge, she hears the soft rustle of fabric. Turning, she finds her lover, his eyes reflecting the dance of the candles, ready to join her in their taboo tryst.