Walk over to her (Vanilla Route)

You look at the "tools" peeking out of the bag with an air of distaste and decide to walk over to her instead. If you're going to have a good time, it'll be by your hand, not some cheap plastic and rubber tools.

You crouch down to view her at eye level and see that she really is beautiful, stunning even. Her light blue hair rolls like the waves down to the floor, and her soft green eyes sparkle with obedience, but a hint of intelligence and wisdom in them. She breathes lightly, her chest rising and falling gently as she stares back at you, and you can barely tear your eyes away from her nicely filled-out bosom underneath her light sundress. You feel your pulse quicken as your pants become uncomfortably tight all of a sudden, and you know you're going to have to do something or you'll end up staring at her all night.