Justine, in her silken robe, finds refuge in her private chamber. She disrobes, baring her alabaster skin to the cool air. She caresses her curves, her touch igniting a flame in her loins. She lies back, her legs falling open, inviting. Her fingers dance over her slick folds, teasing her sensitive bud. She arches, her body yearning for more, as she brings herself to the brink of ecstasy.