Samantha Hartwell had a problem. Several problems really but, being a practical minded girl, she was trying to deal with them all efficiently.
Simply put, Samantha was as sincerely religious as she was sexual. She firmly believed in saving sexual intercourse for marriage but part of the trick to maintaining her discipline as far as that went involved her favorite hobby: masturbation. Yes, it was a sin itself but not as bad as premarital sex was either and she had found balance there she was comfortable with.
The problem that had brought her here to this definitely pagan and unholy place was that she had gotten a little too frisky with herself last Saturday and plunged her finger through her carefully preserved hymen in a primal frenzy, ruining both the orgasm she had been building towards and endangering both her sexual goals and her enrollment in a rather strict and prestigious religious college. If Samantha was checked (and she had been checked before) and found lacking her precious hymen she would be expelled on the spot. She’d seen it happen.
So here Samantha was desperate for a second cherry and a second chance. The kind, exotic pagan lady which owned the store had guessed her purpose with eerie accuracy and informed her that there were a few options for girls in her position and directed her to a shelf near the back where she stood now.