In the quiet of her apartment, a Chinese woman seeks forbidden pleasure. She strips naked, her body a canvas of soft curves and porcelain skin. Her eyes land on the wooden chair, inspiration striking. She positions herself, her back to the chair, and lowers herself onto the legs, gasping as the cool, hard wood fills her. She rides it, her body moving in a dance as old as time. Her moans grow louder, her movements more frantic. She's close, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. With a final cry, she comes, her body convulsing as she's filled with waves of pleasure. She collapses, spent, onto the chair, her body still trembling from the intense, taboo pleasure.