Cut the skirt.

{if Insanity > 19}"You're really going to try ruining this flawless, shiny matter for some so-called comfort?"

"Yes. It's my call. I'm in charge here.{elseif Insanity > 39} I'll cover it all up with, say, another skirt if it goes wrong, okay?"

{else}{endif}

Jen held the sharp key and {If Sleepsack with her = true}sat down onto the sleepsack she gathered earlier.{else}leaned against the shelves as steadily as she could.{endif} Grabbing the lower edge of the skirt with one hand to stretch the stiff material to its limit, the girl struck it in in the middle between her legs.

The hand with the key bounced right back. Yes, she was holding back. The space under there was very limited. If Jen was to pierce the tough material, she was likely to puncture herself badly.

"Looks like a lose-lose to me."

Jen did not want to be there. Perhaps she had a practical possibility to prove herself to be stronger than her clothes, but she was not strong enough mentally. She did not have the guts to risk stabbing herself. Or did she?

"Ahhh, why did it have to be so fucking tight on me!" — the girl delivered a couple blows that were a little bit stronger, but then she was hitting weaker... and more rhythmical.

"It's how it vibrates when I strike it. Mmm."

"And you can do that all you want because the skirt won't ever tear, na-ah."

It was just true. The surface that was supposed to be heavily battered did not lose any of its shine. All she achieved was a much greater desire to shake up that dildo under there again.