Rias, the object of many a lustful gaze, finds herself alone in a dimly lit room. She starts to peel off her clothes, a slow, sensuous striptease for one. Her hands tremble slightly as she unhooks her bra, her breasts spilling out, heavy and inviting. She runs her palms over them, her nipples hardening at her touch. Her skirt follows, falling to the floor, and she steps out of it, now wearing only a thin, damp thong. She traces the edge of it, her fingers dipping in, feeling her wetness, before slowly sliding it down her legs, leaving her bare, vulnerable, and aching for more.