In the quiet of the house, Linda indulges in a luxurious bath, her body glistening under the soft, flickering light. She leans back, her head resting on the cool porcelain, her eyes closed as she loses herself in the sensation of her own touch. Her fingers dance over her skin, her breath hitching as she teases her nipples, her stomach, her hips. She slips her hand lower, her fingers finding the heat between her legs, her body arching as she brings herself closer and closer to the edge. And then, suddenly, she's not alone. A shadow flickers on the bathroom door, a rustle of clothing, a ragged breath. Someone is watching, someone is sharing in her intimate pleasure, someone is spying on Linda's most private moment.