A stormy Sunday afternoon finds Aline Tavares in a state of undress, her body clad only in the barest essentials. She plays dominoes alone, the click-clack of the pieces punctuating the heavy rain outside. Her mind wanders, her fingers tracing the edge of her lacy bra, her nipples hardening. She kicks off her heels, her legs parting slightly, inviting. Her hand slips beneath her panties, her fingers finding their rhythm, as she imagines the storm outside reflecting her inner turmoil, her desire rising with the rain.