In the privacy of her room, a young woman, untouched by another's gaze, begins her dance of desire. She's a girl, a woman, alone with her thoughts and her body's yearnings. Her fingers trace the curves of her skin, igniting sparks of pleasure. She arches her back, her breath hitching as she imagines hands that aren't there, guiding her to ecstasy. Her hips sway, her body moving in time with the music only she can hear. She's a soloist, performing a private ballet of lust, her body the instrument, her touch the conductor.