She’s growing clumsy, her belly distended even through her jacket. Her mouth, fresh from feces consumption, bears a pleased smile. She takes delight in her scat-eating habits. Water jets wash away remnants of waste from her, her clothing, and her face, but she refuses to clean up. A new game emerges. Grabbing shaving foam, she smears it all over, an alternative to soap. It has a scent, she notes, lathering it all over her body. The foam forms a thick layer, her swollen breasts appearing in beautiful clusters. The foam begins to tingle on her skin, an unexpected cooling sensation occurs – it’s menthol-infused. Maya declares it a divine experience, expressing her enjoyment.