Amber's avatar, a blocky representation of her, is sprawled across a bed of stone, her hands moving in a way that's more intimate than any mining or crafting. The usually vibrant Minecraft world is dimmed, the only light the soft glow of her computer screen. Her breath comes in rapid, staccato bursts, mirroring the frantic clicks of her mouse, as she brings herself to the precipice of digital ecstasy, her avatar's form trembling with the promise of release.