I follow the catgirl down the hall, and come upon the bathroom, though it's like no bathroom I've ever seen before - there's four tubs in there, and each one is sectioned off so that nobody in one can see anyone in the other - this is a bit strange.  One is clearly already full of water, so no points for guessing which one I'm supposed to be using.  Little Miss Bad Attitude told me what I already knew, and then...oh, she was definitely angry.  Or at least, that she decided I wasn't worth liking at this point.  "Uh...right."  There was a little hook in the changing area; I slipped off the white dress and hung it by the shoulder straps on the hook.<br/><br/>And the catgirl can think whatever she likes about me - I<em>do</em>still have modesty, thank you, just because I happened to...no.  Not the time for this.  Keeping one arm across my chest and the other down between my thighs, I walk to the water and put one leg over the rim, followed by the other, and then seat myself in the tub.  Right.  I take a look around.  If I'm supposed to wash myself, then there have to be things for me to wash<em>with</em>.