Cavala, a young woman bound by her faith, seeks refuge in the closet of her family home, her body aching with desire. She presses her back against the wall, her breath coming in short gasps, her fingers trailing down her body, finding their way beneath her skirt. The darkness is thick, but her imagination is vivid, filling the space with her lover, his hands, his mouth, his cock. She can almost feel him, his body pressing against hers, his hands lifting her, his cock sliding into her, filling her, making her whole.