Anastasias environment is an unlikely place, the incongruence of it giving a sense of magical realism. I imagine her stumbling and falling through layers of earth, right into this soft little nest, and the arousal blossoming so suddenly that theres nothing for it but to strip away her clothes and touch herself vigorously. There will be time later to understand, how and why. But for now, theres only bed, and only orgasm, the rich feeling of it, and the need, building.
