Cooped up in their love nest, a couple turns to self-love to pass the time. The girlfriend, sprawled on the couch, spreads her legs, her fingers delving into her slick folds. She bites her lip, her eyes closed, as she pictures her boyfriend's eager tongue. In another room, he jerks off, his mind filled with memories of their passionate nights. Their home, once a sanctuary of shared love, now echoes with their private pleasures, a symphony of solo sin played out in the quiet of their quarantine.