In a quiet, dimly lit room, Pieteen's Lonely Foster sits alone, her body language screaming for connection. She's not just lonely, she's frustrated and horny, her body aching for touch. Her fingers tentatively trace the curves of her body, her breath hitching as she imagines another's hands in their place. She's not looking for just anyone, she's seeking intimacy, understanding, and maybe, just maybe, a release she can't give herself.