Let's get a look at it.

In her drunken excitement, Madison leaned over to examine herself too quickly and lost her balance, banging her head on the bathroom counter and falling backwards. Ross couldn't help but laugh as Madison rubbed her head and glared at him.

"...dickhead," she muttered. Now on the floor, she spread her legs and tried to get a better look at herself.

"Ugh, I can't see anything from this angle," she complained.

"Why not try touching it?" Ross suggested as crouched beside her. She reached down and prodded herself experimentally. Ross asked her how it felt and she answered without looking up.

"Weird. I though it would light up and turn me on, but it just feels like... I don't know. It's hard to- whoa!"

Her eyebrows shot up and a tremor ran through her body. "Oh, shit, what was that? Now we're fuckin' getting somewhere!"

"I think you may have just found your own clitoris," Ross chuckled. Madison clumsily put her free hand over his face and shoved him backwards.

"Shut the fuck up," she slurred. "I'm trying to whack off and you're fuckin' ruining it."

Ross gave her an angry glare but she was too focused on herself to notice. She was experimenting with different movements, oblivious to him or anything else.

"Hmm. That's not bad... oh! Oh, wow, ok. That- yeah! Oh fuck yeah, when you do circles it- oh Christ, that's fuckin' incredible!"

Her words deteriorated into inarticulate grunts as she slowly discovered how to pleasure herself. Watching her curiously, Ross cleared his throat and asked if he could help. Madison ignored him, so he asked again.

"Ffffuck no," Madison groaned. "Last thing I want is your greasy sausage fingers mangling my- oh, fuck! Oh Jesus, dude, I'm gonna-"

Her words cut off as she threw her head back in a silent howl, the muscles on her neck tightening like cables tested to their breaking point. Ross was fascinated; his girlfriend wasn't exactly dainty in bed, but this was an ugly, brutish spectacle.

He stared at her sweaty, flushed body as it spasmed chaotically. Suddenly any remaining eroticism was gone from the situation. Ross stood with a sigh and left her to her afterglow. He returned a second layer with Pat in tow to find a panting, ruddy. Madison.

"This," she rasped, "is the weirdest fuckin' dream I have ever-"