Ceres, the grain goddess, finds herself in a moment of solitude, her mind wandering to carnal thoughts. She allows her hands to roam freely over her body, pausing at her breasts to tease her nipples into hard peaks. Her fingers trail lower, dipping into her wetness, coating them with her juices. She moans softly, the sound echoing in the empty room, as she pictures a lover's touch, her imagination fueling her desire.