In the quiet of her room, she gives in to her yearning. Her fingers trace the lace of her panties, feeling the dampness that betrays her arousal. She slips them off, baring herself completely. Her touch is gentle at first, exploring, teasing, then more insistent as she seeks her release. Her hips move in rhythm with her fingers, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She's lost in her own world, a world of pleasure and desire, where only she sets the pace and dictates the end.