You have , go up the stairs.

Even though you wish you didn't have to do this, you had ****. If you ever wanted to fulfill your mission to get to the High Abbey, you had to make money to get yourself out of debt and procure supplies for your journey. You clasp your hand tightly around the key and swallow hard before rushing up the stairs as fast as the outfit Lydia provided you allows.

You have to take a pause as you reach the top of the stairs, however, as though the doors to all the rooms in the dimly lit hallway are closed, you can hear muffled moans of ecstasy coming from behind most of them, betraying the primary purpose of these rooms. You rush quickly and quietly down the entire hallway, eager to lock yourself in your specified room before any of the occupants of the other rooms could open their door and see you. After fumbling for a bit with the lock, you successfully open the door and rush inside, slamming it behind you. The moment the door latches, you lean against it, taking several deep breaths to try to calm your furiously beating heart.

I have to do this, this is the only way, you keep telling yourself. Sacrificing my chastity will be worth it if I can make it to the High Abbey.

You close your eyes and repeat a prayer quietly. The Goddess's response soothes your heart, though you can't help but wonder if this will be the last time you hear her voice in response. You push those fears out of your mind, though, as you open your eyes and survey the room. It is tiny, with nothing more than a simple bed in the corner, a short table next to it with an unlit candle, and a small chest next to the table with a broken latch. You begin removing your clothes and folding them neatly before placing them in the chest. Your skirt and top barely fit in the chest, forcing you to spread out your undergarments neatly on the table. You light the candle then sit on the bed, which is surprisingly soft for the otherwise sparse furnishings. You sit on the bed, then scoot yourself across it until your back is against the wall and your knees are pulled up to your chest. Although now calmed down, you are still nervous of what you were about to do.

Your arms, at first resting on your knees, slowly make their way down until your hands rest over your labia. Your boredom and wish to calm yourself down get the better of you as your fingers begin to explore your nethers. Soon your legs are splayed out across the bed as you use both hands to spread your folds and rub them, with several fingers paying specific attention to your clit. Encouraged by the ongoing sounds from the other rooms, you quickly form a small wet spot in the bed as your arousal begins to leak out of you. You close your eyes, trying to make your mind wander from your current predicament as you remember your times with Ivona back in the Abbey. Reliving those memories only whets your arousal even more as you more furiously rub your folds. You lose track of time as you work yourself closer and closer to orgasm.

Just before you can reach climax, however, you hear the latch on the door turn, and you barely stop masturbating in time before the door begins to open. You take a deep breath. No doubt the person on the other side of that door has already paid to be the person to take your virginity.