Alice Hatter, in her private chambers, indulges in a secret pleasure, a guilty delight on this holy eve. She slips her fingers between her thighs, her breath hitching as she finds her clit, already swollen and needy. She imagines her hands are those of a stranger, a mysterious lover who knows just how to touch her, to make her writhe and beg. Her body responds, her hips bucking as she chases her orgasm, a sinful release on this sacred night.