She eats the food

As the reality of her situation began to sink in -- alone, imprisoned, completely exposed -- she began to silently sob. She lifted her eyes to the solitary window set high in the stone wall, watching the silver sliver of moonlight streaming in. Tears streamed down her rosy cheeks as she gave in to the fear and confusion; shivers of dismay and shakes of trepidation flowing over her body in waves. Not knowing what else to do Snow moved to the food, picking up the bread and raising it to her nose. Sniffing the bread and it's floury scent, she bit into it. Though it was plain and butter-less she chewed and swallowed it down, her eyes looking out the high window again. Thoughtfully eating the simple bread, her back leaning against the cold hard stone wall she began to feel a twinge in her body-- it wasn't an unpleasant feeling in the slightest.

"What in the-" Snow thought to herself, wondering what the warmth starting in her intimate area was. She could feel herself becoming increasingly aroused by the second, she looked to the now empty tray that the bread was sat upon. "It must have been--"

Her own thoughts were cut off by a moan, her pussy gushing it's aroused juices, feeling her nipples hardening in the cool air, she looked through the bars from where the guard had vanished, biting her pearly white teeth at her lower lip nervously. "Should I..? I really shouldn't.. but.. I need to.." She thought to herself, debating it in her mind, throwing the thought around here and there.