Poor Lucy. I always have the worst luck with men.
You see, I'm sweet and unspoiled by human hands...even my own. I have been saving myself for Mister Right...only, the day I promise to give myself to him, Mister Right turns out to be Mister Psychopathic Serial Killer. He's chained me to a tree in a run down park, and he's planning to sacrifice me to his chaos god. Trouble is, the God will kill anything in his path, even his followers, so Mister Happy Psychopath has left me here to die alone, without ever experiencing climax.
Well, fuck that noise. I may die here today, but I am NOT going out without ever having had an orgasm. If I have to go down, I'm going down spoiled...and there's no one else around, so I'll have to do it myself.