Sheccid, a mysterious figure, is overwhelmed by a sudden surge of carnal desire. With no visual clues to guide us, we're left to imagine her flushed cheeks, her heaving chest, her fingers tracing the outline of her aching nipples through her shirt. She's feeling the pressure, the intense longing, the throbbing in her core. It's building, it's urgent, and she's about to take matters into her own hands, her own mouth, her own body.