In the sterile, mirrored dance studio, a young, lithe performer takes a moment before rehearsal to appreciate her form. She's been abstinent for a week, her body humming with anticipation. With a coy smile, she runs her hands over her curves, teasing her skin through the leotard. Her fingers trace the edge of her G-string, dipping briefly beneath to tease her wet, hungry slit. She imagines the eyes on her during the performance, the heat, the desire. Her touch becomes firmer, more insistent, her breath quickening as she brings herself to the edge of ecstasy.