In the sterile glow of a motel room, a woman, left alone by her husband's business trip, finds solace in her own company. She slips into a silky robe, pouring a glass of wine as she turns on soft music. Her eyes wander to the bed, remembering the nights spent with her husband. She lets the robe fall, revealing her naked body, and lies down, her fingers tracing the curve of her breast, down to her thighs, where they find her wet center. She closes her eyes, imagining her husband's touch, as her fingers dance, bringing her to a quiet, trembling climax.