Two strangers, bound only by the promise of pleasure, face each other in a private chamber. Clad in nothing but masks, they begin their forbidden ritual. A tongue, wet and curious, traces the other's neck, pausing at the pulse point before descending, leaving a trail of goosebumps. It lingers at the navel, dipping in briefly, before continuing its descent, finding its prize and lavishing it with attention, drawing out gasps and shuddering breaths in the silent, steamy room.