In this animated quickie, Elizabeth from the depths of Rapture finds a moment of respite in a dark corner. She leans against the cold, damp wall, her breath visible in the chilled air. Her fingers, gloved in worn leather, slowly trace the curves of her body, pausing at the hem of her tattered dress. She lifts it, revealing her thighs, and her hand slips beneath, finding her heat. Her eyes flutter closed, imagining Big Daddy's protective presence, as her fingers move in a steady rhythm, bringing her to a swift, satisfying climax.