In the quiet of her home, a mature woman, her hair tied back, loses herself in a private dance. She's like a cat, sensuous and stealthy, her fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air. She's wearing a simple house dress, but the way she moves, the way her fingers flutter, it's anything but innocent. She's a woman who knows her desires, and her fingers are merely the messengers, teasing, taunting, hinting at the pleasures she craves.