<span style="font-weight: bold">Narrator (for Clif)</span><br/><br/>Though he’d hoped for a public shower, perhaps associated with a pool or gym, Clif has no such luck. He’s swiftly led upstairs - and the staircase is rather grandly wide enough for two abreast.<br/><br/>“So convenient to have halls wide enough for bulging bellies, isn’t it?” Their escort comments brightly. “Men just don’t understand how<span style="font-style: italic">important</span>it is for a girl to have room for her belly.”<br/><br/>The bathroom, or at least,<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>one, is one of several just off the landing - serving branching corridors of dorm rooms. It’s gleaming, white tile and chrome fittings, shower-over-bath, washbasin, high-capacity toilet… and a young man, steel-collared and nude, chained to its cistern. His eyes are dull, and your escort utterly ignores him as she reaches up past you to set the showerhead flowing.