In the sultry heat of the afternoon, aunt Mitia retreats to her room, her mind filled with forbidden thoughts. She's no ordinary woman, she's a temptress, a 'puta' in the truest sense. She peels off her clothes, her body glistening with sweat, and takes her seat on the edge of the bed. Her hand wanders south, finding the warmth between her legs. She strokes herself slowly, her eyes closed, imagining the touch of a lover. Her breaths grow heavier, her moans louder, as she brings herself closer to the edge.