She takes a shower

Silvia hobbles over to the shower, moaning all the way as she continues to rub herself and pinch her nipples.

A slimy little trail slides its way down her legs and onto the floor, but Silvia's too distracted to care. She hops in the shower and turns the water on, sighing as the warm liquid cascades down her body.

The water caresses her like a lover, and soon she's back to pleasuring herself as she fantasizes about the way her life could be.

She imagines what it would be like to be the queen of some surface country, wearing fancy jewelry and elegant dresses, loved and feared by her subjects. The nobles would all curry for her favor and would fight each other just for the chance to enter her bed chamber and pleasure her.

She slides down the wall of the shower as she closes her eyes and imagines a big, strong man worshipping her little body.

He'd kiss me... down there... *MMMMMMMM* ...and then... he'd put me on the bed and... *NNNNNNYYYAAAAUUUUGGG*

Silvia squirts all over her hands and thighs as she finally gets her long-denied orgasm. Her toes curl and her legs shake, her own slutty scent still standing out despite the water's attempts to rinse it away.

She sits there for a minute, letting the water roll down her body towards the drain. Eventually, she stands up and reaches for a bar of soap, only to discover... it's not there.

"Shit!" Silvia looks for her bottle of shampoo. It's gone too. Someone has stolen them both, turning this shower into little more than a rinse.

Silvia scrubs away at herself for the next fifteen minutes tying to get clean, but she's unable to get the smell of sex with B'Oohtee off her body and out of her hair, or even get rid of her own stanky scent.

Finally, she's forced to admit defeat, and steps out of the shower, smelling as freshly fucked as ever. She goes to grab a towel and whimpers. Someone stole those too.