Dea Nemesi and her companion, both having imbibed heavily during their after-work soiree, couldn't wait to relieve themselves. They practically sprinted towards the lavatory, ready to wash their hands and unburden their bladders. As they approached, their gaze fell on the object of their eager anticipation: a shiny metal urinal awaiting its next user.
Dea Nemesi grinned wickedly as an idea struck her. She decided to up the ante by engaging in a bit of Divine debauchery. Diligently, she poured a generous glass of her finest champagne, and then emptied its entire contents over the helpless toilet slave. The cool liquid cascaded down its surface, leaving behind shimmering champagne droplets that sparkled and danced beneath the harsh bathroom light.
Satisfied with her handiwork, Dea Nemesi let out a contented sigh and turned to her companion. "There you have it," she said with a knowing glint in her eye, "now you can use this one." She gestured towards another urinal standing sentry next to the cooled and glistening toilet slave. "I must say, it looks even more inviting now, doesn't it?"
Her companion, taken aback by Dea Nemesi's audacious act but also secretly thrilled by it, nodded in agreement. Together they proceeded to do their business, each lost in their own erotic reverie as they emptied their bladders into the waiting receptacles. The fluorescent lights above them flickered ominously, as if in approval of this most deviant of acts.
As they stepped away from the urinal ensemble, Dea Nemesi couldn't help but reflect on how much more enjoyable their night had become thanks to this small act of decadence. "You know," she mused, running a finger along the still-glistening toilet slave's rim, "we really should thank this old boy for his service." Her eyes glinted with mischief as she turned to her companion once more. "I have an idea..."
And with that cryptic comment, Dea Nemesi and her companion disappeared into the night, leaving behind them a trail of champagne-laced perfume and dark, forbidden desires.
