Anya, in her private room, begins a sensual dance, her lithe body swaying to unheard music. She wears a revealing, silken kimono, her nipples hardening against the soft fabric. Her touch is electric as she caresses her curves, fingers tracing her thighs, her mound, her breasts. She arches, head thrown back, as her hands slip beneath her kimono, stroking her wet slit. Her dance becomes a frenzy, her body bucking as she brings herself to the edge, fingers plunging deep, before she collapses, panting, in a puddle of her own desire.