Darla, a woman of many secrets, finds herself in a moment of weakness. She's alone, the house silent, and her body aches for release. She slips off her clothes, her fingers trailing over her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. She lies back on her bed, her legs falling open, her eyes closed as she pictures a faceless lover. Darla's hands roam her body, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she imagines the feel of another's touch. She's close, her body tensing, her hips lifting off the bed as she gives in to her desires, her secret surrender echoing through the empty house.