Murmuriel's camera captures a sultry, solo dance to Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds." She grinds and gyrates, her hips swaying to the infectious rhythm, her breath hitching in time with the music. Her nipples harden, visible through her thin, damp tank top, as her hands roam her body, caressing her curves with increasing urgency. She drops to the floor, legs spread, fingers tracing the damp edge of her shorts, her eyes closed, lost in the music and her own desire.