She pulled herself lower, feeling her legs forced together as she squeezed into the drain, or whatever it was actually called. It took a lot of twisting, due to how tight it was, as well as the weird shape, but somehow, squeezing herself further and further, she managed to barely get into a sitting position, her legs entirely in the drain section.
It was painful, but Felicity forced herself to continue, going further and further, now convinced it was possible for her to fit, despite how tight it was. And, slowly but surely, the girl's body lowered more, until finally, her head was in the toilet bowl, body uncomfortably twisted beyond what she thought was possible.
She reached up, dropping the seat above her to make it look like it'd been untouched since Lucy's bathroom break earlier. She debated about trying to close the lid, too, since the added cover might help with remaining undetected, even if she'd like to see what's going on. She could just barely see the full-body mirror, which would serve as her main source of vision.