Yes... eventually

"Excuse me a minute," Peggy said. "I think I need to go to the W.C."

"The W.C.?" asked the redhead.

"You know... The bathroom."

"But you already had a bath."

"That's not why I need to go. I mean I need to go to -- " What was that word the Americans used? " -- the toilet."

"Oh," said the redhead. "Right this way."

For a moment, Peggy feared that she was going to have to dig a hole or squat on the grass as if she were an animal. But it turned out that the Children of Lerna actually had a working toilet. Three of them, in fact. And they were located in a little shed right next to a sink with running water so that one could wash one's hands afterwards.

But unfortunately, there were no doors on the stalls where the toilets were located. And all three stalls faced the entrance.

And there was no door on the entrance. And though it was facing away from the street, there was nothing to prevent any passerby from having a good look -- oh god -- at anyone occupying the stalls.

Maybe I should wait till dark, thought Peggy. Or else wait until everyone's asleep.

On second thought, she had enough to worry about without adding full kidneys to the list. So she hurriedly sat down and did her business.

Perhaps she could wait in here, she thought. Wait till her guard got tired, then sneak out and leave -- No, there was the mission to consider. Always the mission. And Peggy prided herself on always following through on a mission.

"How you doing in there?" said the redhead.

Oh, god, thought Peggy. She was still there. But at least she was just at the entrance. It was not like she was actually --

"You doing okay?" asked the redhead. "Do you need any help?"

As she said this, she was standing right in front of Peggy's stall. Right in front. And no doubt she could see everything. Everything.

Oh god, this was even more humiliating than the bath.

"If you need any help, just ask," said the redhead.

"No, thank you. I'm fine," said Peggy.

"Oh, right. Then I'll just wait here till you're finished. Just in case."

Peggy flushed.

xxx

After all that, grinding coffee beans actually did not seem so bad. Peggy did not even mind when one of the naked kitchen workers accidentally bumped into her.

Hey, Peggy thought. Am I actually getting used to this nudity thing? I hope not. But at least the worst has happened and it's not likely that anything more embarrassing is going to happen to me.

She was so happy about that last part that she didn't even mind that much when they asked her to go serve coffee to the founder in his tent.

"Bring two cups," said the redhead. "He has a visitor."

Oh, wow, thought Peggy. Yet another stranger who's likely to see me naked. Well, I can't say that I haven't had ample time to get used to it.

And yet when she entered Mr. Smith's tent, she noticed a familiar face.

A naked woman was sitting besides Mr. Smith -- a woman Peggy knew very well. But she did not have the same smile as the rest of the women Peggy had seen in the park.

This smile was different. This smile seemed colder. As if she was in on Mr. Smith's joke and thus could get dressed again any time she wanted.

"Long time no see, Peggy," said the woman. "I really like the new look. You ought to wear that outfit more often."