Elisa Calvi, in the quiet of the locker room, lets her imagination run wild. She pictures the women around her, their bodies entwined, their moans filling the air. Her fingers trace the curve of her breast, pinch her hardened nipple, before descending to her aching pussy. She's wet, soaking, her clit throbbing with need. She fingers herself, her breath hitching, her body writhing as she fucks herself harder, faster, chasing her orgasm. The locker room door creaks open, and she freezes, her body still humming with unspent desire.