The ash felt slick, again as if it were a liquid rather than a dry solid. The holy water just dampened the ash, slowly turning it into a vaguely grey slurry. Michelle suddenly seemed aware of her state of undress and moved her hands to cover herself in the classic gesture, the action perhaps covering the essential bits but doing nothing to disguise her sensual curves.<br/><br/>"I, er, I guess I'll try get back to bed," she stammered and scurried out the room, the final view one of her pretty, well-shaped behind.