In the quiet of her home, a woman, her years etched into her face and body, seeks release. She unfastens her robe, letting it slip to the floor, baring her mature form to the cool air. Her fingers, gnarled with age, trace the familiar path to her core. She leans back, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she thinks of the men who have touched her, the pleasure they've given her. Now, it's just her and her memories, her hands her only comfort.