Charlotte practices self-love.

With the chaos of the wedding planning and the arrival of the bachelorette party, it had been nearly a week since the last time that Charlotte had been able to crank one out all on her lonesome. That was practically unheard of by her standards. Normally, Charlotte aimed to orgasm at least once a day, in order to stave off stress. Sometimes when her partners failed to 'accomplish their task,' she just did it herself, their egos be damned. The last time she had masturbated had been an unsatisfying five-minute job in the hotel bathroom before the bachelorette party had boarded the plan.

It had been far too long. It would have been better if she had been able to entice Remi back into the room with her, but seeing as that gorgeous maid had turned her down, Charlotte knew that she would have to make do with the people that she had in the room at that moment. Glancing around the dark cabin, Charlotte confirmed that she was the only such person.

It wasn't the end of the world. Charlotte enjoyed a good wank, just like everybody else. Her hands were already deep under the covers. One of them was gently massaging herself over her underwear, feeling the plain cotton undies soak up her wetness until her fingers were sticky even without putting her hand down her own pants-- that part would come later.

"Oof," Charlotte muttered, pushing her own hips against her hand. She had needed this. Thoughts drifted away from the dark cabin, from the failed seduction, even from the Excelsior itself. Slowly, as Charlotte pushed her hand past the waistband of her panties, she began to indulge in some of her favorite fantasies, the ones that were always sure to please her properly.