In the quiet of a small, traditional Indian village, a young woman, her eyes sparkling with curiosity and a hint of rebellion, finds herself alone in her family's modest home. She's heard whispers of the pleasures of the flesh, but she's never dared to explore. Today, she decides to indulge her curiosity. She slips her hand beneath her cotton sari, her fingers brushing against her damp center. She gasps at the sensation, her body responding to her touch. She lies back, her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in short gasps as she chases her own pleasure, her body writhing on the cool stone floor.