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In a secluded corner of the TARDIS, the Thirteenth Doctor, clad in her signature costume, finds a moment of respite from her temporal adventures. She lies back, her eyes closed, as a soft hum fills the room. Her hand explores her body, caressing her curves, until it reaches the source of her pleasure. She inserts her sonic screwdriver, not to dematerialize, but to stimulate, a secret use for her trusty tool. Her breath hitches as she brings herself closer to the edge, her body tensing with each pulse of the device.