Martina's world is one of whispered prayers and hushed voices. Yet, her body betrays her, yearning for something more than chaste living. She sneaks into her room, her heart pounding, and slips her hand beneath her skirt. Her fingers find her slick heat, and she gasps, her mind filled with images of forbidden love. She rides her hand, her breath coming in ragged pants, as she seeks release from her sinful thoughts.