"It wasn't my-"  I stopped myself there.  My hand slowly wrapped around the soap.  "This would normally be the point where I would say 'I should go,' except that would lead to a very wet and very naked girl running through the upper halls of your coffee house, and I don't think that is a very good idea at this point in time.  I might end up traumatizing a few more catgirls, and like the Internet says, every time you masturbate, God kills a catgirl, so I would rather not add psychological trauma onto the murder I'll probably commit tonight."