Use your fingers.

You get to work with your fingers, rubbing your clit and sliding two of them into your {if Libido > 80

}soaked{elseif Libido > 60

}very wet{else

}wet{endif

} pussy. You tweak a nipple with your free hand and bite your lip, losing yourself in the task.
{if Global Seed > 2

}You try to focus on wholesome fantasies, but as you work, dark thoughts and images intrude into your mind as you masturbate. {if Corruption < 51} You try to push them away, but they resist, and you find yourself unable to stop them from playing out. {else
}You don't bother trying to push them away. {endif

}Images of yourself being...dominated...hunted...degraded. You work faster and start to pant with the lewdness of the fantasies. You wallow in your fascination with the idea of having your will beaten down, your strength sapped, and your character transformed from a strong and defiant warrior to a debased, mewling sex toy. {elseif Global Seed = 0

}You focus on Haron, one of Sir Oscar's squires with whom you've shared some encounters. He has strong hands, and you blush a little at the memories even as you masturbate to them.
{else
}You find yourself picturing Silas, the captain of the Brighthome Rangers. You can't deny that you find him attractive: strong, clever, measured and not to mention handsome. You blush as you imagine his hands touching your body. {endif
}
Twenty minutes of work yields its result: you moan and arch your back as you climax, collapsing in a sweaty heap with a dumb smile plastered on your face. You quickly clean yourself up.