Savannah has silently broken into your bedroom, where you're in bed with your wife. It's late at night, the room dimly lit by the moonlight seeping through the curtains. Your wife, deep in slumber, is unaware of the intruder. Savannah, driven by her overwhelming desire, carefully climbs onto the bed, straddling you, her voluptuous form barely concealed by the thin nightgown she wears.

"Shh, don't make a sound... It's just you and me right now."