Walt gets a picture

Even with her body bared to the world, her arms held above her head by the shower monster, Yrelle is proving to be admirably determined not to let her naked pussy get photographed. She twists her hips from one side to the other, lifting first her left knee, then her right, trying to keep her last, girliest secret out of sight of Walt's lens.

"I almost got it there!" says Walt, snapping away with his magic picture box.

"Stop it!"

"It's really small, isn't it? And I'm not just saying that cuz you're an orc chick."

"I swear, if you take a picture of my vagina..."

Finally, the monster snakes a couple of tentacles up her ankles and pulls tight. Yrelle fights it as best she can, but in seconds she's hanging spread-eagle out in the middle of the hallway. She stares, wide-eyed, down at her own unguarded crotch. Time seems to slow down as Walt takes aim right up between her legs and snaps a photo.

"I did it!" he cheers. He gets a second shot for good measure, then a wide shot to capture Yrelle in her full-frontal fury, then a glorious shot of her bare, shapely backside just because. "I got a picture of Yrelle's elusive girlhood! Once I turn this in, I'll have a Bingo!"

"Wait, don't leave me up here!" Yrelle says. "Can't you get me something to cover up with?"

"Of course!" says Walt. "If anyone else gets a shot of that cute little pussy of yours, they might beat me to the punch!"

He rips off a short strip of duct tape. Yrelle goes cross-eyed as he smooths it into place over her cooter.

"There," he says, giving her duct tape a final pat. "That should slow down any potential rivals, at least. See you around, Yrelle!"

You emerge from the showers as Walt runs off. Giving the orc girl an affectionate swat on the butt, you settle in beside her and fix her with a winning smile.

"Girl, that looked really embarrassing," you say.