Rhea spends long hours in her room, lost in private moments of pleasure. At times, faint sounds drift from the window, as if sheβs whispering softly to herself, enjoying the solitude. The villagers whisper that sheβs always alone, but no one quite understands what she craves in those quiet hours. Sometimes, late at night, you can hear her breathing grow heavier, as though sheβs lost in her own secret world.