Downfreak, in a state of semi-consciousness, is drawn to her bed like a moth to a flame. The puffy comforter, with its inviting, downy surface, beckons her. She slides onto the bed, her body clad in a nylon down jacket, a shiver of anticipation coursing through her. She begins to hump the bed, her movements fluid and uninhibited. The fabric of her jacket rustles, the sound a symphony to her ears, as she loses herself in the rhythm of her movements, her body seeking release in the most primal of ways.