Silver hair spills over the back of the couch as her fingers press between her parted thighs. The ornate dress clings to her curves while her breath quickens, thighs trembling with each slow circle. A low moan escapes her lips as her back arches, her free hand clutching the cushion. The dim light catches the lace trim of her dress, her fingers never stopping — wet sounds filling the quiet room. Her lips part, a shaky exhale breaking the silence before she sinks deeper into the cushion.