You hear movement. The sound of flesh being massaged, and soft moans. It's a female masseuse, but you haven't
heard her subject speak. The person starts to snore. You assume it's a guy.
Suddenly, the closet door opens. The masseuse stands over you saying, "I'm just going to take the bucket to get
your mud," she pauses looking at you, "Aw, that was nice of Bruno, he got your mud ready for me."
She hefts the bucket overflowing with you out of the closet and begins to knead you with rubber gloved hands.
You're definitely gooier than before. She grabs a handful of you and throws it at the person on the table. You
splat on to the flesh. You feel yourself reacting to the flesh.