In a quiet room, two friends sit close, their minds elsewhere, yet their bodies betraying their true desires. One reaches out, her hand landing on the other's thigh, slowly inching up. The other parts her legs slightly, inviting the touch. A finger finds her clit, rubbing gently, before sliding down to her opening. She's so wet, the finger slips in easily, her muscles clenching around it. They look at each other, their eyes filled with a new understanding, their fingers moving in a dance as old as time, fucking each other with a quiet desperation.