Maybe, but she gets cleaned up.

Finished in the relief area, we enter the washing area through another bead curtain. Abby turns to me right away. "No windows to the street?" I nod. "This is the washing area after all. There is not much fun to be had here." I point her towards the blue-tiled chlorine water pool. "Since you are not used to this, over there is a surface-cleaning pool. You step down these stairs..."

Abby is already racing ahead, recognizing that the water is only waist-deep at most, and decides to just squat down again. Inside the pool! Fearing that she is trying to drown herself, I rush after her, but then she is already breaking the surface again. "Clean water!" she exclaims joyfully, and begins rubbing her skin, everywhere, splashing water into her face repeatedly. I finally get to see the side of her that is not complaining and disgusted with our world. I'm going to have to remember that... Abby is obsessed with cleanliness.

"Are you getting horny?" I ask, trying to find out if she is really triggered by washing. There is no kink-shaming, after all. Some people get horny when all dirty, others are triggered when their feet get pedicured, and some people only get in the mood when pole-dancing. To each their own... but Abby just looks at me blankly and snaps. "What? NO!"

Erin, Rahid and you are washing yourself as well. Since it's just a chlorine water pool, nobody wants to stay long in here. Nobody but Abby, apparently. She suddenly turns out to be ****, with one weird argument after the other. "This is nice water! Nobody but you can ogle me! I feel like a little bit more clean inside here."

Hm. Denying it doesn't really mean there is nothing there. I underline the mental note, Abby likes-likes chlorine pools. I cannot be sure without a standardized vulva swab, but alas. This is a messtaurant, not a lab.

"Come on." I beg. "Yes, you are now clean on your outside, but that is just basic hygiene. If you stay in there much longer, your skin will begin to shrivel and you will realize that the water is only lukewarm. It saps away your body heat, and you will begin to feel chilly. And when you get out then, you will think the air temperature is even colder. Get out, and towel up."

That almost makes her jump. "Towel? A towel! I'm going to claim that!"

It turns out that she cannot, in fact, claim the toweler. It is, after all, just a short passageway with cloth strips that one can step into, letting the strips toweling most of the water off one's skin, while hot air is blown from above. She emerges from the device like a perky goddess, and with a slightly rosy skin. "What about my hair?" she complains.

I cannot help but sigh. "Abby, honey, it was you who decided to dunk your hair in the washing pool. It was a relief-room washing pool, you are just supposed to step in and wash fecal matter off you." I take the box that we have shoved in here from the relief room and wiggle my way into my stockings again. Also take my hat back.

"Excuse me for not knowing how anything in this fucking pervert world works!" Abby hisses. "What comes next, an enema to also clean us up inside?"