Honoka, her bladder full to the brim, rushed towards a public restroom. Lifting her polka-dotted dress, she aimed for the toilet’s mouth, puckering her lips as she made eye contact. A torrent of salty, golden urine gushed into the toilet’s mouth, its aroma filling the receptacle and throat. The toilet, now saturated, begged for more, craving the taste of Honoka’s unique flavor.