My dirty innocence approached me, seeking permission to use the restroom. I granted her request, but with a condition – she had to defecate, get dirty, and consume her waste. Upon hearing my words, her eyes brightened, and she eagerly agreed. I watched as waste seeped from her adorable bottom. My perverse delight gleamed, knowing she would relish the opportunity to showcase herself fully. She smeared herself with waste, writhing and posing, completely enthralled. It’s for these emotions that I cherish her. She tasted a bit of waste in her mouth, savoring it, consuming it, but claimed that my waste tasted better, a true sycophant.