Mars6mars, her mood sour from the previous day, seeks solace in her own touch. She retreats to her bathroom, the cool tiles a stark contrast to the heat building within her. She strips off her clothes, her reflection in the mirror showing a woman hungry for release. She leans against the counter, her hand slipping between her thighs. Her fingers find her clit, circling it with practiced ease. She's rougher today, her frustration fueling her movements. The mirror steams up, her breath coming in quick gasps as she chases her orgasm. When it finally crashes over her, she lets out a cry, her body shaking with the force of it. She's left panting, her body finally relaxed, her bad mood forgotten.