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In the dimly lit room, a blue, plush dragon comes to life, its eyes gleaming with a hunger that transcends its stuffed exterior. It sprawls out on the bed, its tail wrapping around its body, as it begins to stroke its length, the friction of its fur sending waves of pleasure through its synthetic form. It moans, a low, guttural sound, as it picks up the pace, its breath coming in ragged gasps. It's a solo performance, but the dragon is the star, its body writhing with each thrust of its hips.