She twirls and sways, her dress swirling around her, teasing glimpses of her toned legs. She's alone, but her body responds to the music, her hips moving in ways they shouldn't. She's trying to be good, but her hands have a mind of their own, tracing the curve of her breasts, the heat between her thighs. She's a dance of contradictions, innocence and lust intertwined.