In the throes of marital honeymoon, Mst Srite finds herself alone in her houseroom, the scent of incense and desire filling the air. She strips off her sari, her body glistening with sweat, her nipples hard with anticipation. She lies back on the bed, her legs spreading wide, inviting. Her fingers delve into her wet folds, stroking and circling, her moans growing louder as she brings herself to the edge, only to pull back, teasing herself and her absent husband.