In the grand, empty halls of her family's estate, the baroness, a ravishing woman of unquenchable appetites, retreats to her boudoir. She slips off her silken gown, revealing her naked, trembling body to the cool air. Her fingers trace the curve of her breasts, pinching her nipples to hard peaks, before wandering down to her slick, aching core. She strokes herself, her moans echoing through the empty halls, as she imagines the touch of a rough, calloused hand replacing her own.