Divina retreats to her room, door locked, curtains drawn. She's alone, but her mind races with taboo thoughts. Her fingers trace the contour of her body, slipping beneath her lace panties. She imagines her lover's touch, her breath hitching as she finds her clit. Her moans fill the room, echoing her growing desire. She's interrupted by a knock, her heart pounding. She quickly composes herself, but the scent of her arousal lingers, a secret only she knows.