In a jubilant and exhilarated state, Kat, my devoted shit-eater, emerges naked and dirty into the entrance, following her morning feast of my excrement. Although she had previously strolled through the entrance a few times in the evening, clad in nothing and covered in grime, the afternoon presents a new challenge. She is cautious, but her bravery shines through. From any apartment, neighbors could catch a glimpse, and she roams the floors with a smile, indulging in self-pleasure.