In a hidden chamber, Ankha, the ancient priestess, awakens her untouched body, her fingers tracing the forbidden curves of her form. She's alone, but the echoes of ancient rituals and lusty whispers fill the air. Her breath hitches as she discovers the slick heat between her legs, her touch igniting a fire within her. Ankha's eyes flutter closed, imagining the hands of her secret lover, the phantom touch of his lips on hers. Her hips rise, seeking more, as she plunges her fingers into her tight, wet channel, gasping at the intensity of her own pleasure.