18-year-old Emma had always been confident with her body. She knelt on the cold tile floor of her modern bathroom, her skin glistening under the professional lighting that accentuated every curve of her small, perky breasts. Dressed only in a whites open bathrobe, she leaned back against the wall, her big blue eyes watching intently as she fingered herself. The reflections from the nearby crystal clear image on the bathroom wall seemed to intensify her focus, making her movements more deliberate and purposeful. As she worked herself, she couldn't help but notice the faint sound of someone breathing behind her, though she chose to ignore it, lost in the pleasure of the moment.