CHAPTER 9: THE PARTY
As Marie prepared for the evening's festivities, eager to attend the party with her fellow Scat-Princesses, she couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. Her mind drifted back to the poor slave locked away in the toilet bowl, helpless and at their mercy. She shuddered, hoping they wouldn't forget about him all night.
Meanwhile, the slave in the bowl waited anxiously for news or even the slightest hint that someone might notice him. His stomach churned with fear and anticipation as he heard the Girls chattering excitedly on the other side of the door. They were arguing over their makeup, oblivious to his existence, like their toilet was just an ordinary furniture piece. The smell of feces already filled the air around him, a bitter reminder of his current situation.
Determined not to let her companions' carelessness affect her enjoyment, Marie focused on getting ready herself. She carefully applied her makeup, choosing a look that would make her stand out from the rest. As she slipped into her revealing outfit, she couldn't help but feel anxious still. Maybe it was because of the slave or maybe it was just nerves, but she felt an urge to purge before leaving.
Without giving it much thought, Marie strode over to the toilet, her high heels clacking against the floor. Ignoring the slave's pleading eyes, she sat down on the cold porcelain and began to relieve herself. The scent of her feces mingled with that of the nervous slave, creating a putrid aroma that filled the bathroom. As she finished, she flushed, sending a torrent of water and filth swirling around the poor man trapped below.
Finally, Marie was ready to join her friends at the party. With one last glance in the mirror, she straightened her posture and walked out of the room, oblivious to the human toilet bowl locked behind her. The girls were already gathered in the hallway, their excitement palpable as they chattered about the night ahead. The sound of their high heels clacking against the hardwood floor echoed through the mansion, drowning out any cries for help from the forgotten slave below.
