<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#408080">Regaining herself and returning to her quarters, Ashlyn submerged herself under the spray of her shower. The hot water cleaned her of dirt and grime and her stress as she relaxed for a little while, it was pretty much the only luxury she gave herself. Once she was clean, she changed into a t-shirt and yoga pants and a pair of sneakers before she began a walk around the facility. She knew where she was headed, even if she didn't want to go that way. But she found her body moving in that direction regardless. It didn't take her very long to get to the door that led to the laundry room, but she was careful about how she went about it. She knocked a few times to let them know someone was there, and hopefully knew it was them. She cursed herself at the same time however, even as her cheeks turned a rosy pink from her thoughts. She was probably interrupting, and should just leave...<br/>
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She considered leaving, actually started to back up from the door before she stopped herself and simply stared for a moment, her back against the wall. She was a sexual coward it seemed: a woman scared of her own sexuality or the fact that Cole had entranced her into performing before him. Either way, she felt trapped in one sense and free in another. She felt as if they wouldn't really judge her...but the way Cole stared made her think otherwise.<br/>
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"I should just..go.."<br/>
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She murmured to herself. But still she stayed, though she turned her back to the door, wet hair gleaning against her back.</span>​</div>