A somber, almost religious atmosphere permeates the room as the woman takes her seat before the camera, her eyes cast downwards in a semblance of piety. But this is no church confessional; she's here to bare more than just her soul. Her voice, a husky whisper, fills the silence, detailing her most carnal desires, each word punctuated by the subtle movements of her body. She verifies her words with actions, her hands gliding over her skin, tracing the path of her lust. Her confession is graphic, explicit, a testament to her unbridled desires, each sentence a whispered prayer to the gods of carnal pleasure.