Overcome with boredom and loneliness, Chica retreats to her room, a hunger gnawing at her. She peels off her clothes, her hands exploring her body, teasing her stiff nipples, and dipping between her thighs. Her fingers plunge into her depths, her hips bucking as she chases her release. But the house isn't empty. Footsteps echo outside her door, and before she can stop, it swings open. Caught in the act, Chica's surprise morphs into something more primal, her eyes locked with the intruder's, her body still humming with unspent desire.