In the dim light of a deserted room, a solitary figure sat slouched, her thick hips and full body cascading over the edge of an old chair. Her face was raw with sadness, untouched by makeup, and her eyes held a world of sorrow. The air around her seemed to shimmer with a faint glow, revealing tiny ghost nipples that contrasted starkly against her otherwise flawless skin. Her hands, good hands with perfect fingers, rested limply on her knees. Below, her shaved pussy glowed subtly, as if illuminated by an inner light.