<span style="color: grey">"I do not like American food, it's too greasy."</span>Aliza lied about the reason behind her thin frame, relaxing a little when Rashida pulls her close and guides her to the curtain of water dropping down. Razorstorm felt a little more at easy once the white mists hid all but their rough outlines. She had always valued her privacy, even back at the refugee camp where it had been limited to the small bit of space between her mattress and wall. With that cloak of hers, she could bring that privacy wherever she went, and Aliza couldn't help but muse how she had gone from hiding self-made dolls to her own body. But then, not even she liked seeing herself anymore.<br/><br/><span style="color: navy">"Of course I am ready. Unless you mean to do more than just get clean? Is good to make clear intentions," </span>Rashida's words tore Aliza from her pensive thoughts, re-igniting the blush on her cheeks as the water soaked into her bra and panties.<span style="color: grey">"I wasn't planning on..."</span>She fell silent. What wasn't she planning on? Ever touching someone again? Ever having friends again? Aliza bit angrily on her lower lip. She was always such a fool, such an idiot. Not only was Rashida being nice with her, the woman was also extraordinary patient. Everyone else was likely fucking like rabbits under the influence of the dusk goo, and here Aliza was, pushing yet another person away from her just because she was afraid.<br/><br/>Sighing in self-loathing, Aliza pressed herself against Rashida once the woman's strong arms wrapped around her in a grip as firm as her own chains. A more comfortable sigh falling from the young woman's lips as that finger teases the crack of her ass. Taking in the sight of Rashida's body pressed against her own, Aliza continued silently cursing herself. She couldn't even just relax like without silently worrying. With a blush, Aliza also couldn't help but notice that everything about Rashida seemed bigger than Aliza, except for her size. Bigger butt, bigger breasts, better curves. Why was this diva even talking to someone like her?<span style="color: navy">"The water is cold, so tell me if I need to make it hot."</span>Aliza whimpered, and wrapped her arms around Rashida's waist.<span style="color: grey">"Don't let go."</span>She bit nervously on her lower lip.<span style="color: grey">"The water's cold, but you're so warm... I want... I like that warmth..."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>