She resists.

Anna lay in the confines of her bed. Her pussy ached, needing to be touched, and her hands did lay idly between her legs, feeling the warmth of her crotch. Taking a deep breath she sighed, and pulled her hand away. She had a day to get to and sitting around in bed touching herself wouldn't get her to it any soon.

Whipping off the covers she stood and got half dressed and tiptoed over to the washroom. After scrubbing herself clean she got dressed into her new clothes and headed down the wooden corridor and downstairs into the tavern.