Minori Mashiro whispers softly, "Please." Her voice trembles, slurred and distorted. She locks eyes with a man who appeared from nowhere, and without a word, their lips meet. In that instant, her eyes glisten, and with every sway of her hips, wet sounds seep from her crotch. There is no stage, no script—only pure pleasure engulfing her body. Her trembling voice is no longer from tension. It's proof that her heart has begun to move.