Miss Ruby, in a sultry voice, whispers into the walkie-talkie, "I know you're there. I know you can hear me." She's in her bedroom, the dim light casting shadows on her curves. She slowly undresses, her eyes closed, her body swaying to an unheard rhythm. She touches herself, her fingers exploring every inch of her skin, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She wants you to hear her pleasure, to feel her need. She wants you to imagine her, to fantasize with her. She wants to hear your voice, your moans, your desire. But she won't ask. She'll wait, and she'll tease, until you can't take it anymore.