You instead elect to engage Irina in conversation

You look to Irina, who looks to you, "not much a fan of watching sex, I'm guessing." You shrug your shoulders, "you're more interesting than the stage right now." Holy hells, did you actually get the steeled paladin to blush? Cheeks reddened, Irina responds, "well, glad I have your interest then."

She leans over to you, head coming close, and you respond in kind, your lips meeting with each other before breaking away. The two of you then nest heads, enjoying the closeness of one soul to another, doing this for about ten minutes before you hear from the stage, "oh my gods, you've never even touched yourself before, have you?" Then shortly after, "Shadows, I'm gonna have such fun with you." Irina chuckles, "we may not be watching the actresses fuck but it seems we can't escape overhearing at least some of it."

You shrug, unable to deny her being correct; then inquire as to why she's bringing it up. "Don't tell me you're going to be able to resist doing at least something with having to overhear their sex." You shrug, it can't take that long for this scene, can it? "Oh it can. We have at least an hour before the actress of the cleric stops being toyed with. You see," she says, "that actress isn't submissive, meaning she's going to be fighting against her inclinations in order to reach orgasm." Your eyes widen a bit, but you also point out that sex is forbidden for you at the moment.

"Correct, nor would I betray the other five like that. However, there's nothing against masturbation, is there?" Irina snaps her fingers and her armor becomes translucent, still being visible but also becoming less of an obstacle of the view of her clothes underneath. You roll your eyes at the rather anticlimactic reveal; after all, you've seen her clothed before — just this morning in fact.

Irina chuckles in response, clearly amused by your nonchalant reaction, "ever notice how I'm not Lady Clanks-a-lot?" You pause, you had noticed it, but hadn't really thought about it before now. "That's not the only thing special about this armor." She reaches through her armor, and pulls her top aside, revealing her hand-sized breast, and begins circling her nipple with her forefinger. Your eyes just about bulge out of your head, you can't say you've ever seen armor quite like this. "Jealous?" She chuckles, "Violet got it for me as a gift back when we were adventuring prior to picking up Giovanni and Qilen. She claims it was so I would stop ruining group stealth, but I think she just wanted easier access to play with me." You blink; you still can't believe there's armor that can go incorporeal.

"Don't let me be the only one having fun. By the way," she states, "the seats self-prestidigitate every dawn."

That was all the encouragement you needed as you slide your top down, exposing your chest; and Irina has clearly noticed. Something about doing this so publicly just hits different, as when you touch your nipple, you can't help but release a soft gasp as a jolt passes from nipple to neck. Seeing your enjoyment, Irina escalates by next shifting her bottoms to the side, exposing her damp sex, and pressing her thumb against clit as fingers caress lips.

You respond in kind, pulling your own clothes to the side{if Cosexual = true} and your erect shaft springs forth, pussy wet with anticipation{endif}. You bring your fingers down to your lower lips, gently stroking the sides as {if Cosexual = true}the heel of your hand rests against your shaft's base, your thumb running up and down the shaft, causing the hood of your cock to shift over the head{else}your thumb starts to circle your clit{endif}. As your fingers work nipple and labia, a soft moan emits from your mouth; Irina responds by pushing a finger inside her canal. You lick your nipple's finger and bring it back to your breast, causing the increased friction to send little tingles through you.

The two of you continue like this, slowly shifting digits from one area to another in response to each others' movements, causing a slow subtle building of pleasure; your finger shifts from nipple to breast as a whole as your hand joins it, gently massaging your breast, palm rubbing against nipple. You notice that Irina in turn has shifted to two fingers being inside her; you figure you might as well add one finger inside yourself at this point as your middle finger parts your labial lips and enters your vagina, the gentle intrusion causing you to moan, and shifting your palm forward, {if Cosexual = true}causing base of hand to now be palming the head of your cock{else}thumb now shifted slightly to continue circling your clit{endif}. Encouraged by the shift in your own pleasure, your ring finger joins the middle as you gently self-fuck with your fingers.

You continue, hand massaging breast, fingers pistoning and {if Cosexual = true}palm{else}thumb{endif} playing with pleasure button; you shift your upper hand over to your other breast, forefinger and thumb gripping your now stiffened nipple as your {if Cosexual = true}palm{else}thumb{endif} begins to slowly press harder against {if Cosexual = true}head{else}clit{endif}, causing you to moan again as you begin to feel the subtlest of pressure building in your lower abdomen. Remembering that Irina gave it an hour minimum, and estimating that it's probably been about fifteen minutes, you resolutely realize that you have plenty of time, intentionally drawing out the time prior to orgasm by slowing down your self-pistoning slightly. Though this does indeed cause the pressure building within to slow in accumulation, your mouth betrays you as the more intentional movements cause you to begin moaning more than every once in a while.

"Sounds like someone's enjoying {if Cosexual = true}theirself{else}herself{endif}," Irina smirks but her nonchalant ostentation is betrayed by a moan of her own shortly after. You start to come back with a response but are unable to hold back a confirmatory moan prior to retorting, "looks like I'm not the only one," displaying the briefest of your own smirks. You continue rubbing and finger-fucking, allowing your inner pressure to slowly build as you begin to lose yourself to the feelings of your own body and the sight of the woman doing much the same next to you.

In time, you hear infrequent moans coming from the stage; glancing over as your focus is diverted, you can see that the princess is currently stroking Comana's spine, mouth firmly pressed against Comana's crotch. Your attention is brought back to your body and Irina's masturbations, allowing the infrequent moans coming from stage to join background noise being largely filtered out as you regain your focus on the two of you: your self-ministrations and Irina's self-pleasuring. You resume working your two fingers inside your passage into a rhythm, the inner muscles pressing against as your wet digits move in and out.

And with your focus returns your moans, still intent on enjoying the journey as you ensure that you don't get carried away and go from a gentle self-fuck to rapid pistoning. You quickly estimate that you're probably about a fifth of the way there compared to when the pressure became noticeable, allowing your moans to augment in your internal psyche as you become once more lost in the pleasure, eyes focused on the aasimar beside you, her now having three fingers plunged into her depths as her mouth releases gentle moans; your eyes briefly lock before going back to each others' bodies. You notice a slight smirk on Irina's lips as she suddenly takes her fingers out of vagina and plunges them inside her mouth, revealing fingers that transitioned from glint of juices to fingers simply wet with saliva, sticking her tongue out at you.

If it weren't for the fact that you're not unconvinced that you can't do so without moaning, you would ask her if she simply did that to tease you (if she did, it definitely worked). Instead, you simply give up resistance against your moans, doing your best to not let her know that her teasing was effective. Turning your eyes back to her, you notice that her digits are once more inside her lower depths, beginning to accelerate as you hear another moan from next to you. As your eyes focus on Irina, you unconsciously begin to speed up your hands' and fingers' movements, having the pleasure spur you on. The two of you continue your cycle; occasionally one of you will intentionally halve your speed for a few seconds to tease the other as your pressure continues building.

Suddenly, you hear a loud moan echo through the theater, causing you to notice just how close you are: orgasm is now an inevitability, as you know that you're close to some degree. You mentally shrug and simply increase in speed, fingers busier than those of a money-counter, {if Cosexual = true}palm causing you to moan as the pleasure from the head becomes near-unbearable{else}pulses of response ebbing and flowing from your clit as your thumb does its job{endif}.

Then, it happens. Your back arches, vulva greedily clasping onto your fingers as contractions rip through your muscles{if Cosexual = true}, your seed jutting against your hand, falling into your chair{endif}. Once you calm down, your eyes refocus, and see Irina's own back arch, apparently having entered orgasm just shortly after you. You sit there, post-orgasm haze hovering over you{if Cosexual = true}, just enough clarity within to scoop your own semen away from your pussy; you'd rather not even remotely risk self-impregnation. You shrug, and not knowing what else to do, lick your seed off of your hand to clean it{endif}. The two of you then proceed to relax for a few minutes before you hear from the stage, "well now, now that I've shown you how to pleasure a woman, why don't you be a good girl and return the favor?" "Yes, your highness." Shortly after, the gloworbs on stage begin to dim as you and Irina focus on fixing your clothes.