Solitary blossom: a young adult's moment of introspection in a room full of plushies

Under the dim light of her dimly lit room, lay a young, cute blonde girl named Little. She was 18, an adult now, yet still clung to her childhood comforts, her room filled with plushy stuffies. With a detailed face etched with concentration, she lay in bed, rubbing her little cunny, lost in the sensations of masturbating alone. The soft lighting danced across her face, illuminating her youthful innocence and the hint of maturity that came with adulthood.