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“We have no interest in your woman—her teeth are far too white and clean.Disgusting!”Hebared his own teeth again, showing rivulets of black grime between every one.

“All right,”Brightsaid.

Burn just growled.

Noelle put a hand onBurn’sarm.Hewas tense beneath her palm—tense and vibrating with suppressed violence.

“I’ll be right back,” she whispered.“Please, don’t worry.”

He still didn’t say anything, but his eyes followed her the entire way as the guard beckoned her forward and she stepped cautiously out of the cell.Thedoor slammed shut behind her, locking her two warriors inside.

Noelle’s stomach twisted nervously, but she was committed now.Also, she felt like her bladder was about to burst.

The hallway was dim and cold and her bare feet slapped against the slick metal floor with each hesitant step.Shewished she still had her low, sensible heels.Atleast they would have kept her feet warm.

“Move it,” the guard grunted, prodding her forward with the butt of his rifle.“Wedon’t have all night!”

Noelle followed him down a short corridor and into a small, box-like chamber that reeked of metallic disinfectant and something far worse—like sour milk left too long in the sun.

Dios, it stinks in here!

The “toilet” turned out to be little more than a metal grate sunk into the floor in a small alcove.Therewas no stall door, no curtain, and no privacy of any kind.

Noelle turned to face the guard, her cheeks hot.

“CanIat least have some privacy?”

The guard sighed and bared his teeth.

“As if we’d want to watch you piss, clean teeth!Hurryup.I’llturn my back.”

Noelle realized this was the best she was going to get.Itwas either pee now, or try to hold it until she burst or gave herself a kidney infection.Neithersounded like an attractive option.

Gingerly, she stepped onto the cold metal grate.Thechill bit at the soles of her feet, making her toes curl.Shesquatted awkwardly, the pressure in her bladder reminding her just how badly she needed to go.

Ugh, this is so undignified!

The smell coming up from the grate was awful—like rust and rot and acrid urine and over it all, some kind of chemical cleanser that barely covered it up.Shewrinkled her nose, breathing through her mouth, trying not to gag.Atfirst her bladder clenched like a fist, refusing to let go.Butthen, finally, she was able to let go in a sudden rush.

After she relieved herself, she started to stand—but before she could fully rise, a sudden icy jet of water shot up from a nozzle in the grate.

“Ah!Dios!”she gasped, stumbling back, her legs wobbling.

The water splashed directly between her thighs, soaking her most sensitive places.Thecold was a brutal shock, and her nipples instantly pebbled under the thin silk of the negligee.

That’s one way to make sure you’re clean,she thought bitterly, shivering as she tried to twist away from the stream.

But just as suddenly as it started, the freezing jet stopped.Anda moment later, a gust of warm, dry air blasted upward.

Noelle squealed as the short skirt of her silky red negligee blew up around her hips.Herhair whipped around her face, rising in a glossy black cloud.

This has got to be the weirdest bidet of all time,she thought dismally.

The drying cycle wasn’t much more pleasant than the water.Itwas hot and scratchy, like being trapped in a hand dryer on full blast.Butat least it left her dry.

Finally, the air cut off and the room went quiet again.

She stood for a moment on shaky legs, realizing with surprise her thighs didn’t ache even after squatting for so long.Infact,nothingached.Herknees, her back, her hip—usually stiff from too much standing or walking—all felt… fine.Betterthan fine, actually.