After enjoying a morning meal of her unique preference, the cheerful and elated Kat, my shit-eater, stepped out into the entrance, bare and soiled. Although she had strolled in the entrance a few times in the evening, dressed in a similar manner, this occurrence in the afternoon brought a new level of apprehension. Despite the risk of encountering neighbors from any apartment, she found the courage to roam the floors, smiling and masturbating as she pleased.