She tries to distract herself. It doesn't work.

Brittany made a half-hearted effort to clean the apartment, then fixed herself lunch. When she took a bite of her fruit salad and discovered she'd sprinkled it with paprika instead of cinnamon, she finally had to admit to herself that she was in no condition to carry out even the most mundane tasks until she got her head together. Fidgety and frustrated, she put in a door-dash order for some high-calorie self-indulgent food and pulled up a soft-core lesbian movie (that's not real porn, it doesn't count she told herself, and tried to ignore the voice in her head promising you can work your way up to the good stuff). Besides, it had an absolutely ridiculous plot, she was just watching it to laugh at it and remind herself how silly a lesbian obsession was. That's her story, she's sticking with it. And it was working, she felt much more relaxed once the silly thing was on. She felt downright good. Even better once her left hand started to tease a nipple through the fabric of her sports bra and her right began to stroke the inside of her thigh.