Under the guise of a piano lesson, Scarlett and Chanel's hands roam as much as they play. Their fingers interlace, not just on the keys, but on each other's bodies. Chanel's tongue traces Scarlett's slit, making her gasp, her fingers faltering on the keys. Scarlett returns the favor, her tongue exploring Chanel's wetness, making her moan, her playing turning erratic. They switch places, their lovemaking a dance, a rhythm, a melody that builds to a climax that leaves them spent, their grand piano echoing their grand orgasms.