Routine is Victoria Valencia's aphrodisiac. Every morning, without fail, she indulges in her private ritual. Today, she's clad in a silky nightgown, the fabric clinging to her form, outlining her luscious body. She slips a hand beneath the fabric, her fingers finding their mark, stroking and circling until she's gasping, her hips bucking. She doesn't notice the figure in the doorway, captivated by her self-pleasure, until it's too late.