A lone ninja girl, her curves barely contained in her form-fitting suit, seeks solace in the throes of self-pleasure. In the silence of her chamber, she begins to touch herself, her fingers dancing over her sensitized skin, her breath hitching as she discovers her own wetness. Her eyes fall upon the large, intimidating dildo resting on her futon, a challenge she eagerly accepts. She mounts it, her body enveloping its considerable length, a soft moan escaping her lips. She begins to ride, her hips moving in a fluid, ancient rhythm, her body undulating as she seeks her release. The room fills with the sound of her pleasure, her cries echoing off the stone walls as she finds her climax, her body convulsing as she collapses, spent and satisfied.