Hartigan's lens focuses on a mysterious figure, a woman of undefined age but with a body that speaks of experience. She's in a state of undress, her clothing discarded, her body glistening with sweat. She's lost in her own world, her hands moving in sync with her body's needs. Her fingers trace her slit, parting her lips, revealing her pink insides. She's a symphony of sensation, her body responding to her touch, her moans filling the room.