Backstage of Romantic Fairy

On a summer afternoon, a young blonde slips out of her costume and settles onto the velvet chaise. Her long hair falls down her back in loose waves. She runs her hands over her breasts, nipples already stiff from the cool air backstage. One palm drifts lower. She spreads her knees, showing the full curve of her ass, and starts to touch herself in slow circles. She likes the way the fabric of the set feels against her skin. The light catches on the blonde hair between her thighs as her fingers work deeper. She bites her lip, breathing through it, chasing every spark that climbs her spine. No one watches. She does not need an audience to let the pleasure build.