Esther, in the throes of a secretive, clockwork ritual, loses herself in the steady tick-tock, tick-tock. Her fingers dance over her body, tracing the curves she's become intimately familiar with. She's a symphony of sensation, each tick a crescendo, each tock a tantalizing pause. Her mind races with illicit images, her body responding to the forbidden, as she chases her climax, the ticking clock her only witness.