Marigold is told to lick herself clean.

Harry's face had already disappeared behind the camera, turning him into a sort of photographic cyclops to Marigold-- she could see one big eye through the lens of his old-fashioned camera, and it really creeped her out. But it was too late for her to back out now, especially considering the kind of leverage that 'Horny Harry' had over her.

"So," Marigold said. Her knuckles were going white behind her back as her hands were locked together tightly. It was the only way to stop herself from covering up her shame. "What would you like me to do first?" She kept her eyes down and away from Harry, as if that would somehow affect the sort of dirty, naughty things that Harry was definitely about to ask her to do. Marigold couldn't help but feel shame, but it wasn't as if she could get more naked for Harry.

"First of all," Harry said. "You have to clean yourself up. And seeing as there's nothing around, and you can't exactly go out into the hallway looking like that, it looks like you'll have to do it with your hands and your tongue.

Marigold could feel her heart beat bounce out of rhythm for a moment. "What?" she gasped. "What do you mean?"

She was horrified to see that Harry was already touching himself again over his trousers. His thing looked even angrier than it had before its little 'outburst' only a few minutes before, the one that had so ruined Marigold and what had been left of her dignity.

"I mean, start licking all that jizz off of your face and your knockers. Come on, get to it! I want to see every second of it." Harry's smile was beyond horrible, and it certainly fit his name. Horny Harry, master of 'manipulation,' was out in full ****.