Yasbeth stirs from her slumber, her senses heightened by an unseen force. She's alone in her room, but the air is thick with desire. Her hand wanders, finding the wetness between her legs. She's never been this turned on, this... crazy. She doesn't understand, but she doesn't care. She needs more. She needs release. Her moans fill the room as she fingers herself, her body writhing in pleasure. But it's not enough. She needs something... more.