Orgasm, or Denial?
But all that is behind you now. You are stuck in this cell, waiting for your trial, for nearly two more weeks, and you are bursting at the seams with arousal.
It occurs to you that you could easily relieve your pent-up desire. After all, you know with certainty that you will not be able to visit the princess again, and alone as you are in your cell, physically nothing is stopping you. But something is stopping you—indefinable, perhaps—but something.
Your thoughts seem to shift between your nights with the princess, to her three rules, to the woman who might emerge from the door you choose to give you the release you so much crave, or to the other woman who might emerge instead to forever deny you that release, a denial that in all honesty you must admit to yourself that you crave for just as much as for the release.