Xiaomin, a young Chinese woman, finds solace in her solitude, her body betraying her as she slips into a state of arousal. She runs her fingers through her raven hair, letting it cascade down her back, then traces the curve of her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. She teases her nipples, feeling them harden under her touch. Her hand ventures lower, cupping her mound, feeling the heat and wetness building there. She slips a finger inside, then another, her body arching in response, her breath coming in short gasps as she chases her release.