December slips into her mana-bath on her private estate, out on the distant edge of Lunabella's golden streets. The twist in space that hides Luna's largest witch city from Earth shimmers on the horizon, and Earth is rising in the distance, blue-green and majestic. 

It feels so good to soak up charge again after a long day of casting. The mana core implanted over her heart hums with renewed energy as her spring feeds her, preserved desires flooding her body with their power.

The feeling of being wanted and ached and craved for flows through her, her body coming alive at the touch of the water. It's sweet and electric, like kisses all along her spine. With a small flow of mana back out through her core it heats to the perfect temperature as well, working out all the aches in her body after a long day away from her mana source.   

Her hand slips towards her cock beneath the water, as it always does, but a tinge of boredom creeps in. She's tried so many ways of jerking off in the bath. Devices, magic, the good old fashioned way... 

She channels a little more mana through her core, and a false-ice dildo forms in her right hand, glittering and crystalline. With her water control it'd even be perfectly lubed... 

December tilts her head, and considers it. 

Honestly, still boring.