You wash up.

You continue to tremble and limp as you make your way inside, as the panties are still doing their work. You place the key down on the nearby table and lean against it, breathing heavily. You can't take it anymore. Your hands reach beneath your skirt, and you pull the underwear off your body, finally giving your pussy time to relax. The constant stimulation was too much. Before you know it, the door opens behind you, and it's Hannah with a handful of plums.

She looks you up and down. "Would you like to take a shower? I'm going to assume yes. Here. I'll put these down and show you where it is. Feel free to wear the housecoat in there too. Then while you're cleaning, I'll do the same with these plums. How does that sound?"

You nod. Eventually, you're brought to a bathroom larger than some studio apartments. She leaves you to your business as you look around. The bathtub is large enough for multiple people, and everything is so illustrious and clean. You strip down the small amount of clothing you have left on, and step under the hot water, and let it run down your figure. You wash up, especially after that explosive climax earlier--all of that pent-up arousal that burst out. Though, you thankfully feel clean once more.

You step out of the shower and dry yourself down with the towel hanging from the nearby rack. You look over to see a dark red housecoat hanging by the door. So, you wrap it around your body, and tie up the waist. It feels warm and soft against your skin from top to bottom, like your naked body is covered in kittens... which is a weird thought, but it really is that comfortable. You open up the door, and make your way back to find Hannah.