The house is quiet, too quiet. Vanna, her heart racing with adrenaline and lust, is lost in her fantasy, her nose buried in her panties, inhaling her own scent. She's so engrossed that she doesn't hear her dad approach. He stands in the doorway, watching his daughter's lewd display, his own desire stirring. Vanna, catching him in the corner of her eye, doesn't stop. Instead, she beckons him closer, her voice a sultry whisper, "Daddy, why don't you come join me? I could use a real man's touch."