As the clock strikes midnight, the house is silent save for the soft hum of the refrigerator. A figure emerges from their room, clad in thin pajamas that do little to hide their curves. They pad to the bathroom, their destination clear. The door clicks shut behind them, and the sound of running water fills the room. Soon, the air is thick with the scent of soap and the faint, rhythmic sounds of self-pleasure. The figure leans against the wall, their body tensing as they approach climax, their breath coming in ragged gasps. They collapse against the wall, spent and satisfied, as the house remains blissfully unaware of their late-night indulgence.