In the throes of a religious crisis, Angelina turns to the one thing she knows will provide temporary respite: self-pleasure. She strips off her conservative clothing, revealing her luscious body to the dim light of her room. Her fingers trace the curves she's been taught to hide, dipping into the wetness that pools between her legs. As she teeters on the edge of ecstasy, she's filled with a mix of shame and exhilaration, her body and soul at war.