Lord's young wife, a vision of innocence in her silk nightgown, finds herself alone in their grand chambers. Her eyes wander to the massive, ornate bed, and her thoughts betray her. She imagines her husband's powerful body, his strong hands exploring her, his manhood filling her. Unable to resist, she slips her hand beneath her nightgown, feeling her wetness, her desire growing. As she pleasures herself, she whispers his name, begging for him to claim her, to satiate her divine hunger.