A discreet aftermath

Trapped in a small glass box, that's what she was, Krystal thought to herself. She'd gotten herself back to her feet, quickly enough, the elevator still travelling downwards and her arousal was gone, at least the **** arousal. In it's place was simply shame and panic over being caught, overthinking plans all the while one simple idea kept coming to her head, get to a bathroom.

"Yeah...just run to a bathroom, clean up, get out..." She repeated outloud, looking down at herself, at the mess she'd made. She couldn't be caught in the elevator, there'd be literally nothing she could say to defend herself, there was no excuse, outside of all the incriminating excuses, of course. Either way, all Krystal could do right now was wait patiently "...this is so fucked, I'm gonna get arrested for this, or fired" What was worse, she had no idea, she simply looked down at herself again, wiggling her toes.

Her floor soon came into view, the large wide open area, big windows, incredibly little cover. Continuing to scout the room with nervous eyes, Krystal soon spotted a bathroom nearby, nearby in the relative sense, it looked a decent walk away...but she had a target now at least.

The second the elevator doors opened, Krystal sprung into action, there was a good chance of her looking 'normal' from a distance as long as she acted normal, walking at a brisk pace as she increased the distance from her and the elevator, heading over towards the bathroom. She had a plan, just get cleaned up, don't talk to anyone, get back to her bike and leave, simple. That plan was aided by the realisation that a lot of people just plain didn't look like they wanted to interact with her, the streets were like the wild west for reactions, but in a businessplace like this, people had places to be and a nude woman was simply a distraction.

Weaving her way through, Krystal grinned to herself as she approached the bathroom, unlike the warehouse and it's small, terrible little bathroom, this place seemed to have them separated by gender. At least if anyone's in there they'd also be a woman, in exception to the woman she met upstairs, Krystal wagered she might get more sympathy from the same sex.

After a few close calls with people potentially getting close enough to see the state she was in, the nude girl entered the women's bathroom, peeking in to reveal...empty, or at least it appeared empty. Stepping inside, bare foot reminding her that floors were rather cold, she examined the room. It was a fairly spacious room, a long row of stalls along one wall, opposite a row of sinks all sunk into one marble countertop, a large mirror running the entire length of the wall, going from the marble all the way to the ceiling.

Krystal let out a sigh of relief, heading over to the sinks, turning on the faucet and reaching her hands in, scooping up water and splashing it over her thigh, getting most of it on the floor. Three more attempts and she more or less gave up, she was barely able to clean her arousal off of herself and was simply making a mess like this. It didn't take her long to think up an alternate tactic.

Clambering up onto the marble, she got up onto her knees, one either side of the sink bowl, facing the mirror...reminding her that, yes what she was doing right now was likely quite risky. Either way, it made it much easier to clean herself, any excess water simply going back into the sink...she was still cleaning herself in a public bathroom though...