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 shone brightly, and she eagerly agreed. I watched as waste seeped out of her adorable bottom. Seeing her perverse smile, I knew she would enjoy it, and I was excited to see her fully embrace herself. She smeared herself with waste, writhing and posing, completely delighted. It is these emotions that I cherish in her. She tasted a little waste, savoring and consuming it, but claimed that my waste tasted better, such a sycophant.