She can't help it. Despite the day's activities, her body yearns for release. She retreats to her boudoir, the scent of jasmine filling the air. Her hands roam her body, tracing the contours she knows so well. She pulls her dress up, revealing her matching lace panties and garter belt. Her fingers hook into the side of her panties, sliding them down, and she begins to touch herself, her breath hitching as she finds her sweet spot.