The library's late-night silence is shattered by the soft rustling of fabric and hushed whispers. A group of coeds, their bodies aching with unquenched desires, gather around a table, books forgotten. They exchange furtive glances, then one by one, they slip their hands beneath the table, their fingers finding the slick, throbbing centers of their lust. The air grows thick with the aroma of their shared arousal, their quiet gasps and muffled moans the only sounds in the otherwise empty room.