Check out the pool showers

"Where to next?" You ask Sara as the sauna door closes behind you.

"Come on, I'll show you," she says with a mysterious smile.

She leads you across the soft grass to a glazed brick outbuilding a much larger than the sauna. It opens into a well lit area that causes waves of nostalgia to wash over you. There are wet footprints on the bare concrete floor, red wooden benches, and a row of metal lockers. In the middle of the lockers there is a heavy door and through it you can hear moans and the sound of splashing water.

"What is this?" You ask Sara.

"This is the pool shower," she points to the door. "Go through that door and you'll be in an almost completely dark shower. Anyone who wants to can come up and start touching you while you take a shower."

"Like **** you?" You ask in surprise.

Sara giggles.

"It's consensual, sweetie," she says. "Say 'no' and they'll leave you alone. It's still sort of creepy."

"Oh fuck yes!" A woman cries from the other side of the door.

"A lot of the real perverts like to hang out in the shower, ugly guys too," she explains. "You go in there and you're asking for whatever you get."

"Would you go in with me if I-"

"No," Sara interrupts. "You're on your own if you go in there. I had a bad experience a few months back."

She leans forward to whisper in your ear.

"I ended up getting molested by my husband," she breathes.

You laugh, but you can tell she is serious about not joining you.