As the moon casts its soft glow through the window, Caro, silhouetted in the dim light, begins her nightly ritual. Her silken nightgown clings to her curves as she slides her hand beneath the fabric, exploring her warmth. The creaking of the old house echoes her growing desire, each sound a whispered invitation. She knows she's not alone, but tonight, she doesn't care. She wants to be caught, to be seen in her most vulnerable state.