Cosima Dunkin, the soon-to-be-wife, paces her room, her wedding dress hanging nearby, a symbol of her pending commitment. Yet, her mind drifts to the untamed nights of her past. She steps into a pair of black stockings, their silky touch a sensuous reminder of her single days. Her heart races as she pictures her former lovers, her hand instinctively reaching down, her fingers pressing against her clit through her panties. She teases herself, her body aching for release, the stockings a provocative barrier between her and the climax she desperately craves.