Maria, a picture of maternal melancholy, sits alone in her dimly lit chamber, her breasts heavy with milk. She tentatively touches her nipples, gasping at the sensation. The milk begins to flow, dripping down her soft skin, a symbol of her unspoken sorrow. She lets out a soft moan, her other hand moving down to her wet slit, stroking herself gently. Her eyes flutter closed as she imagines a phantom lover, her body arching as she nears her climax. With a final cry, she comes, her body shaking with the force of her release, her breasts still leaking milk, a testament to her complex, sorrowful desires.