In the hushed quiet of her room, she begins her dance of desire. Her hands move with a life of their own, caressing, pinching, teasing. She arches her back, pressing herself into her own touch, her breath coming in short gasps. She's a symphony of sensation, her body moving in time with the unheard music in her head. Her fingers find their way inside her, her thumb circling her clit, her body tensing as she races towards her peak. She's alone, but she's not lonely. She's in control, and she's loving every moment of it.