In the quiet of her room, a girl named Emma lets her fantasies take over. She imagines the touch of a lover, her body responding to the mental images. She slips off her clothes, her fingers tracing the lines of her body, pausing at her breasts, her nipples hardening at the touch. She moves lower, her fingers finding her wet center, rubbing in slow circles, her breath hitching as she builds towards her climax, her body arching as she finds her release, her cries of pleasure filling the room.