Yes

The petite woman's hands began to creep towards her nipples.

Her face flushed with embarrassment and she closed her eyes tightly, trying to pretend no one could see her body or her lewd actions.

She let out a squeak when her colder-than-expected hands finally made contact with her tiny tits and began to massage them.

"Just relax. No one can see you other than this dummy, and when you finish up here, you'll be richer than a house matron," the drow thought as she reflexively bit her lip.

The sensations were starting to feel good now, but playing with her nipples wasn't going to be enough on its own. Soon one of her hands slowly drifted from her chest, across her taught belly and down towards the hairy treasure between her legs.

She moaned aloud when her hand finally plunged into her dewy netherlips, her mind no longer focusing on the spectacle she was making, but instead on daydreams of what she'd do with her newfound wealth.

"I'll pay off my wizard school loans and buy a new spell book... *moan* and my own tower... *moan* and enough slaves to cater to my every whim..." she thought as the pleasure continued to build.

Her legs began to wobble and she unconsciously sank to her knees, losing herself in her fantasy as it became naughtier and more ridiculous.

"I'll have two... no three... no four slaves sucking and licking me whenever I feel like it..." she thought, completely unaware of how loud her moans and gasps were becoming.

Both of her hands were playing with her pussy now, its juices freely flowing down her thighs and the scent wafting its way towards her would-be robbery victim.

"And I'll even have one whose only job will be to do dirty things to my... *moan* like I saw in that one naughty scroll."

Drool was starting to pool in the corner of her mouth and dribble onto her chest as Sz'Ilveeuhhhh's thoughts became even less coherent. She was almost there...