Soososs, the werewolf witch, steps out into the crisp morning air, her exercise routine a secret dance of desire. She begins with sun salutations, her body fluid and graceful, fingers brushing her skin, igniting sparks. Her hands roam, cupping her breasts, teasing her nipples, before sliding down to her panties. She's exhibitionistic, her body on display, her fingers working her clit, her wetness staining her yoga pants. She's a pagan priestess, her body her temple, her masturbation a ritual to the gods of hedonism, her moans a sacred hymn.