Dai Belan, in a region of unmet needs, turns to the comfort of her own touch. She slips her fingers into her warmth, her body responding with a shiver of pleasure. She imagines the touch of a lover, her hips moving in rhythm with her fantasy. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tensing as she nears her peak. She crashes over the edge, her body shuddering with the force of her release, a testament to her ability to find pleasure even in the face of unmet desires.