Hazel comes in after you.

The sound of rushing water is good white noise, letting you clear your mind and process what was happening. You got this trip, then you were told you'd have to share your room with someone to stay, then that someone turned out to the daughter of a famous (at this point kind of infamous) actor. You knew people with ADHD; this seemed like... something else. Either something you didn't have a word for or she was naturally kind of odd. So... what now? Hanging out with a celebrity's relative seemed like fun, even if she was pretty weird.

You were thinking about all of this as you washed yourself, lathering up soap and letting the hot water take both it and the grime and sweat of travel off of you in waves, leaving behind smooth skin and the scent of... lilac? Whatever the complimentary soap was, as you had left your travel toiletries back in your suitcase, still star-struck.

All of this washing and pondering meant you were pretty distracted though, barely opening your eyes until you heard something clatter against the sink counter top, and when you opened them, separated from you by only a sliding sheet of frosted glass, was Hazel.

"What the hell?!" you nearly slip, clapping your hands over your crotch, and quickly turning around, looking at this strange woman over your shoulder.

"Hey, John, just wanted to freshen up a little before we head out. Don't worry, I didn't see much of anything. Other than the fact that you've got some hair down there, I mean, which, y'know, same, that's cool. Couldn't tell well enough to answer my question from before, but there's still time in the day, haha!" Hazel says all of this while washing her face, applying some lotion, putting her hair up in a ponytail, etc. Meanwhile, you were frozen stock still, a chill up your spine despite the hot water hitting your side. Eventually, though, she seems to finish.

"Well, I'll see you once you're done. Ooh, got some pale cheeks there, that's something else we have to work on!" She waves, slamming the door behind her. You let out a sign of relief, letting your hands fall from your... worryingly not entirely flaccid member, before pushing such thoughts from your mind, until you finish your shower. Getting one last lungful of the soothing steam, you turn the water off. And then you realize something wrong.