"Don't look," Tiki whispers, but Tiki can't help it. Her eyes are drawn to her sister's hand moving rhythmically beneath her skirt. The room's only light flickers, casting shadows that dance with their movements. Tiki's breath hitches as she watches Tiki's face contort in pleasure, her own body responding to the sight. Their moans echo in the small space, a symphony of their shared secret, as they lose themselves in the taboo pleasure of their own hands.