In a dimly lit studio, a lone woman, Anuska, begins her yoga practice. She flows through poses, her body bending and stretching in ways that defy gravity. As she moves into the splits, her breath hitches, her cheeks flush, and her eyes flutter closed. The tension in her muscles is palpable, but so is the tension building elsewhere. Her body, glistening with sweat, yearns for more than just physical release. She arches her back, her hips tilt, and she begins to touch herself, her fingers tracing the same path her gaze has taken countless times.