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In a world ravaged by Titans, Armin Arlert finds solace in a forbidden pleasure. As the sun sets, he retreats to his private quarters, his mind consumed by the memory of the last human he encountered. With a soft moan, he begins to stroke himself, his imagination filled with her scent, her taste. He licks his fingers, mimicking the act of tasting her, his body writhing in anticipation. His other hand explores his body, pinching his nipples, teasing his entrance, all while his mind is lost in the fantasy of her.