Yes, and is Ellen steamed!

Amy wraps the towel around her and grabs a small hemp-fiber bag with her soap and shampoo. "Don't do anything interesting while I'm gone!" she says. She turns, her red hair sliding over her pale bare shoulders, and slips out the door toward the showers.

As soon as the door closes, you point toward Amy's fallen pants with your toe. "Looks like Amy was having a good time with herself before we came in. Does she like to do it in front of you?" you ask Ellen, indicating the dildo end.

Ellen looks. "What!?" she exclaims. "That's mine! If I told Amy once, I told her a thousand times to stop snitching my stuff!" She bends over and takes the dildo in hand, and you admire her shapely rear under the thin material of her dress. "She didn't even put a condom on it! That's the last straw!"

She straightens up and makes for the door, her fist midway down the shaft of the realistically molded silicone dildo. She shakes it in her hand and yells, "A-my!" before she even opens the door.

It looks like she's headed for a show-down in the showers.