Kim´s shift at the baths

Kim stood with Harako in a private bath. A mountain of mud stretched in front of her. Neither woman had anything on them save for a scrub and a bucket.

“W-well then. Guess, I’ll, go, touch, that.” Kim’s stood at the edge of the mud. Her legs remained immobile. She couldn’t bring herself to get closer. Something pushed from behind and her bare feet sank into a pile of mud. “Eww!” She looked back at Harako. The ghost was grinning.

“Very funny...” Kim grabbed her bucket, filled it with mud, and then threw it at Harako’s face. “How’d you like that?”

Harako wiped the mud off her eyes and pushed Kim further into the pile. Everything below Kim’s knees was submerged in mud. Harako chuckled. “Oh, it’s on.” Kim grabbed the ghost’s arm and pulled her into the mud. They both began throwing dirt at each other and laughing. The mountain of sludge shook with anger.

The muddy spirit angrily stormed out of the bath. “I want to speak to the supervisor!” A curious fairy looked inside. The place looked like if a landslide had crashed against the tub.

It wasn’t a question of what was covered in mud, but what wasn’t. She noticed that Kim and Harako were stuck in a pile of almost solidified dirt on the ceiling. Everything but their faces, breasts, and a small area under their waist was encased on the muck.

“Eewwwwww. Ew. Eww. Ewww!” complained Kim.

“…I hate you.”

“Do you think they’ll add the broken bath to our tab?”

“…yes.”