Time to take a shower

Stepping outside the room, you cross the hallway and open the door there. Inside, you're once again completely in the dark and the first sensation you take note of is the wide variety of smells. Not all of the odors are equally pleasant, as between hints of lavender there's also a more hazy, molten stench. The best way you can describe it is burned fog. You reach around hoping to either hit a light button or trigger a motion sensor. The latter happens, and now coated in a green neon glow, you happily discover that the showers in the basement are just as fancy as the ones upstairs - if somewhat smaller. It's kind of strange how the reception area and main floor of the studio kept giving the impression that the building was next to abandoned, but no expenses had been spared on the amenities. You'd wonder more about the why of it, but right now you were really eager to get that shower.

You throw your bundle of clothes on the bench, and step towards one of the cabins. Looking inside you quickly discover that they are much smaller than the ones upstairs; you'd have trouble squeezing a second person in these. Also the floor is much smoother here, which is partly countered by a non-slip surface inside the cabin, presumably to prevent anyone from falling. You place a foot on the bottom of the cabin and test it out, but it seems quite sturdy. You step inside and close the glass door before turning around so that you're facing the shower head. You turn it on and are instantly covered with a thin stream of warm mist. You feel the water run down through your hair and over your face, and realize just how much you needed this.

You let the water flow down your body, the **** it suffered almost forgotten as you bathe yourself in luxury. You spot a holder for shampoo and hygienic products, squeezing out a bottle into your palm to wash your hair with. You may have overdone it slightly, as the moment you run your hand over your head you're quickly covered in bubbles. You turn the valve to adjust the shower to a more solid rain and quickly wash off your body, rinsing off all the bubbles before getting back to work on your hair. Then you quickly wash your legs and inner thighs before very gently pressing a finger inside yourself{if clean = 0} to figure out if you're still leaking Sylvester's seed or it has been pounded so deep into you by the machine that there's no recovering it anymore{else}{endif}. With a shudder you become aware that the soreness may have subsided somewhat...

... but that certainly felt very sensitive.

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