In the quiet of her apartment, Chloe Duval awakens to her desires. She's a study in contrast, her pale skin flushed, her eyes heavy-lidded with want. She's a woman on a mission, her hands exploring her body with a familiarity that's both intimate and erotic. She's a sculptor, her fingers molding and shaping her form to her will. She's a painter, her body a canvas of pleasure, her strokes bold and sure. She's a symphony, her body the instrument, her orgasm the crescendo.