Emily Bloom, a picture of innocence, is driven by a secret hunger. She sneaks into her room, locking the door behind her. She strips off her clothes, her body trembling with anticipation. She lies back on her bed, her fingers finding their way to her wet folds. She strokes herself, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She's lost in her pleasure, her body arching off the bed. Suddenly, she hears a noise. She freezes, her eyes wide with panic. Someone's in the room with her, watching her intimate dance of desire.