Violet Love, a vision of sophistication, indulges in a provocative afternoon of pleasure. She reclines on a plush chaise, a novel in one hand, a lit cigarette in the other. Her eyes scan the pages, but her mind is elsewhere, wandering to the lurid scenes she's been reading. She inhales deeply, the smoke curling around her fingers, as her free hand begins to wander, tracing the curve of her breast, the swell of her hip. Her touch grows bolder, more insistent, as she sets her book aside and gives in to her desires.