The storm outside is a raging beast, its fury echoing the primal hunger within Alice. She's a wild thing, her body a symphony of sensation, her skin prickling with every drop of rain that hits the window. The darkness is her playground, her fingers her only guide as she traces the curves of her body, her breath hitching as she finds her clit, already swollen with need. The stranger at the door is a surprise, but Alice is no stranger to desire. She leads him inside, her body language clear, her intentions explicit. The storm may rage outside, but inside, it's about to get even hotter.