Under the silver gaze of the full moon, a solitary figure retreats to the sanctuary of their room. The cool night air nips at their skin, hardening their nipples as they slip beneath the covers. Their hand ventures south, fingers tracing the familiar path to their core. They rub, their body arching into the touch, a soft moan escaping their lips. The room is filled with the scent of their arousal, a heady perfume that mingles with the cool night air. They continue, their body tensing, their breath coming in short gasps until finally, they find their release, their body shuddering with pleasure under the watchful eye of the moon.