Ami, lost in thought, finds herself alone in the bathroom. She begins to rub her thighs, her touch igniting a spark that travels up her body. She's wearing a simple dress, but it does little to hide her curves. The bathroom is steamy, the mirror fogged up, as Ami's touch becomes more intimate. She's not trying to be quiet, but her soft moans echo off the tiled walls. Her fingers dance over her skin, teasing her nipples, before finally slipping beneath her panties. She's wet, her fingers sliding easily along her slit, circles around her clit. She leans against the sink, her other hand supporting her, as she loses herself in the sensation.