Sarah a 20 years old woman

Sarah stood frozen, her eyes scanning the room in horror as she took in the rows of cat litter boxes scattered about. She felt a wave of nausea wash over her as she watched a woman nearby nonchalantly squat down over a litter box, her skirt hiked up around her waist. The sound of urine hitting the litter was like a punch to the gut, making Sarah's stomach twist with discomfort.

The woman who had been speaking to her, whose face was a blur of indifference, gestured towards a nearby litter box. "You'd best get used to it quickly. Nature calls, after all." Sarah felt a surge of panic as she realized she was going to have to use one of these... things.

Sarah's face burned with embarrassment as she hesitated, her eyes fixed on the litter box as if it might suddenly transform into something less terrifying. "I...I think I don't want to go now," she stammered, trying to sound convincing despite the growing pressure in her bladder. The woman's expression didn't change, but her voice took on a slightly sharper tone. "You'll have to get over that quickly. You can't just hold it in all day." She crossed her arms, her eyes glinting with a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Besides, everyone else is watching. You're not special just because you're new here."