The unseen audience holds their breath as the virtuoso begins her impromptu performance. Her body sways, hips undulating like a snake charmer, each movement a prelude to the main act. The music builds, so does her arousal, her free hand roaming, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples through the thin fabric. The crescendo is deafening, her climax echoing through the studio, a solo of pure, unadulterated pleasure.