Young and curious, Morra finds herself alone in her room, the house quiet except for the soft hum of the refrigerator. She sits on her bed, legs crossed, her hand drifting under her skirt, fingers gently exploring the warmth between her thighs. Her eyes flutter closed as she imagines forbidden scenarios, her touch becoming more insistent, more urgent. Her breath hitches, her body tensing as she nears the edge, only to pull back, teasing herself, drawing out her private dance.