In the quiet of her room, she begins her nightly ritual. Her hands, soft and sure, explore her body, tracing the lines of her hips, the swell of her breasts. She sighs, her eyes fluttering closed as she imagines hands other than her own touching her, igniting her senses. Her fingers find her center, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles, building the pressure within her. She gasps, her body trembling as she finds her release, her voice whispering her pleasure into the night.