India Summer, the seasoned seductress, watches with hungry eyes as Charlotte Stokely, her blonde-haired, blue-eyed roommate, gets ready for bed in her silky, see-through negligee. Charlotte's nipples harden under India's intense gaze, and she can't help but touch herself, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric to stroke her wet slit. India, unable to bear the sight any longer, joins Charlotte on the bed, pushing her back against the pillows. She kisses Charlotte deeply, their tongues tangling as India's hand slides down to cup Charlotte's mound. Charlotte grinds against India's palm, desperate for more, as India whispers, "You like that, don't you, you little slut?"