Clarysse, the pool's lone occupant, pauses her rhythmic strokes, her body gleaming with water and sweat. She leans back, her head tilting up to the warmth of the sun, her eyes closed in contentment. As she drifts in this moment of peace, she feels a stirring within her. Her hand, idle until now, begins to explore, gliding over her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. She parts her legs, her fingers tracing the edge of her swimsuit, teasing herself, her breath hitching as she imagines the eyes on her, the desire she's stirring, the taboo of her solo pleasure in broad daylight.