Toying with herself

Ciri smiled as her trimmed fingernails worked their way to her lips submerged underwater. “Mmmm,” she moaned as she clutched her breast with her left, massaging it and then rubbed her clit with her right hand.

Despite the private area, she could hear people talking because of her heightened senses. She imagined the women gossiping, hearing her moaning through the walls. She imagined them saying. “Do you hear that whore, pleasuring herself? What’s she on about? Scandalous. The nerve of that girl.”

Ciri blushed at her make-believe scenario. “I would die if people saw me like this,” Ciri mumbled. “God, what would I do if someone just barged right in… in the midst of my… fun.”

Ciri’s eyes darted to the door, worried she’d manifest something.