The doors to Mitsuri's quarters are locked, but the sounds of her pleasure echo through the Demon Slayer Corps' compound. She sprawls on her bed, her uniform discarded, as she loses herself in her fantasies. Her hands roam her body, pinching her nipples, stroking her clit, as she envisions her fellow Hashira worshipping her. The air is thick with her scent, her wetness coating her fingers as she plunges them in and out of her eager pussy, chasing her climax with wild abandon.