Worn clothes, damp with sweat falls to the ground. She was too tired to let modesty delay her by grabbing a towel.
Bare feet and chill bumps traveled on hardwood floors and caressed warm skin. Peach fuzz hair tickled her in all the right places from the rooms breeze.
As she stood under the spray, lather in sweet soap and dirt. She basked in the falling water and let her mask wash down the drain along with it.