A blonde vixen, clad in a tantalizingly short and skimpy nighty, prowls through a dimly lit apartment, the eerie shadows dancing on her curves like the wings of mythical gargoyles. She knows she's being watched, her every move calculated to tease and entice. The nighty, barely covering her assets, leaves little to the imagination, as she runs her hands over her body, her fingers tracing the lace edges that barely contain her.