The house is silent, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. A mature woman, her hair pulled back in a severe bun, sits at the kitchen table, her laptop open to a tab marked 'private'. She's been good, she tells herself, but the temptation is too great. She clicks play, her breath hitching as the video begins. Her hand slips beneath her skirt, her fingers finding the heat between her legs as she leans back in her chair, her eyes closed, her body responding to the illicit images on the screen.