There is a handlebar switch in the down position, over a dun indicator light that reads, Noise Cancel: Active.

There is a standard lever spigot to turn the water on, an actual temperature dial with a genuine glass needle-gauge, and a master switch labeled, Hydroflux System. Beside that, are three more lever-dials labeled, Coherence, Frequency, and Aperture.

Turning the water on with the master switch off results in streams from just three of the nozzles, which combine into a reasonably traditional shower stream at head-height. It is remarkable only in that it is exactly the temperature indicated on the dial, immediately.

Cameron hangs up her towel and flips the master switch.

The normal shower stream turns into a fine mist, and clear, blunt streams of water shoot gently out of all the other nozzles. One clear spout shoots straight up from a nozzle in the floor, forming a vertical bar of water that reaches waist-high at its apex. All of them move. A few spiral, a few more oscillate, and the one from the floor... pulsates, the spout rising and then losing about half a foot of height over and over.

"Oh wow it isn't even pretending that it isn't for fucking."

Eelle hugs Cameron from behind, skin on skin, and tugs both of them into the streams.

The floor spout splits, gushing precisely into both sets of visible labia. Spiraling streams massage Eelle's butt and shoulders, while oscillating streams stroke her back and limbs. Cameron gets spirals of water teasing her breasts and an oscillating massage on her mons.

It feels like being fucked and licked and groped, almost. Whoever designed this thing is a national treasure.

Cameron shakes as the water rapidly massages her to orgasmic heights, and then keeps going. It never becomes too much. Her body can take this level of stimulation for a long time, and the streams can just keep pleasuring her all day, making her cum over and over and over. It's effortless.

A completely different flavor of effortless than just inducing spontaneous orgasm with her power, too. Though in either case, being held while she cums adds a whole third flavor of nice to the experience.

Eelle is trembling with her own pleasure, hands everywhere on Cameron's wet skin, sucking and kissing on Cameron's neck. It feels so good, sharing this, and its just the right kind of naughty.

It's a long, long while before Eelle shuts the water off, spins Cameron around, and pins her naked sopping form to the stall wall with a fervent kiss.

Mmmmmm post-orgasmic makeouts.

Eventually, she flops her head on EellePurgatory's shoulder, giggling as she catches her breath.

"My given name is applicable and appropriate."

Neck kiss.

"I prefer to be introduced by my codename, but my given name is not defunct. You did not need to correct yourself."

"Cool."

Cameron vaguely recalls there being towels. Oh there they are. She grabs hers and tries to squeeze the water out of her hair and then dry off.

"Not all the way dry, maybe. Innuendo toward the facilities here will serve well as a deflection. You are comfortable objectifying yourself but others will be soothed by having the barest veneer of an excuse for your nudity."

Eelle is so helpful. She's right. That's a good idea.

Actually, letting people ogle her is great and all, but now that she thinks about it, if she can get her dormmates used to her being naked in the halls, she'll have to deal with so much less laundry during her time here.

...probably not a good idea to use that as an excuse. Even she is cringing at the idea. Cameron is a shameless fanservice girl, not an innocent fanservice girl. Whole different vibe.

Sporfle.

And (naked breasty skinship) hug.

"Alright. I'm going to go put on underwear. It'll serve as a contextual bridge, between clothed and nude."

Also, she may be nigh-omniscient in a local bounded region, but she's still embarrassed to parade herself naked in front of strangers people who don't know her.

When they get to the packed study lounge, they get some looks of surprise and several looks of interest, but the general noise level doesn't even drop enough for anyone to make a judging comment. The DDR mats are off to one side. The game being played is now Guitar Hero.

"Whoa did somebody lose their towel?"

"Yum, who's that?"

"Hey c'mon, we almost had it!" this from one of the gay boys at the Xbox who's second player is distracted.

Another of the boys lets off an obviously-fake catcall whistle, and gets a few laughs.

Ellen appears! With a wide grin on her face. "Hey gals! Have a nice shower?"

"Ellen."

Cameron puts on an expression of mock, wide-eyed awe, and hams it up by grabbing Ellen's shoulders.

"Yes. Yes we did, Ellen." She raises her voice, enough to be heard over the din if anyone is trying to hear her. "The showers in this hall are godly, Ellen. Oh my god!"

The notion that telling them all about the showers was more urgent than stopping for clothes first is plausible deniability enough for a room full of nubile lesbians, evidently. They laugh and enjoy the eye-candy. Even a few of the boys ogle her, a little. That naked girl is excessively hot.

Hayden makes a face at the two under-dressed girls, but is mostly exasperated and amused as she makes room for them and hands them each a soda.

Cameron hangs out, pretending to be perfectly comfortable in her nudity, until she actually is. It doesn't even take very long.

It's kind of too loud for extensive conversation, but she does her best to learn the names, powers, and basic interests of anyone who speaks to her or ogles her from close up. If anyone tries to touch her, she allows it with a giggle and a smile.

She gets a couple of butt-smacks, and one brazen anime-style skinship grope, before the party winds down as everyone trickles away to settle in to their rooms.

None of the girls (or boys) that introduce themselves to Cameron during the party are in dire suffering from a lack of sex, but a significant number of them would probably appreciate having Cameron available as a booty call.

Later on, some of those girls discover the special features of the showers, put two and two together, and mentally cement Cameron in the 'easy and fuckable' category.

Just as planned.

Dinner time rolls around.

There are snacks in the cottage, but to get a real meal requires a trip to the Crystal Hall.

The Crystal Hall is a school cafeteria the way Earth is a ball of rock. There are water features and escalators, connecting the three floors, and the buffet line wouldn't look out of place on a high class cruise ship. Except here the selection is even more exotic, for the students with inhuman dietary requirements.

Cameron throws on a miniskirt and her new leather half-jacket and goes to dinner with everyone else.

The few dozen freshmen disperse to explore the dining hall designed for a thousand while it's so empty and they have it all to themselves. Dinner is had, and everyone is very impressed with the quality of the food.

On the way back to Poe, a shadow passes overhead.

It's gone before anyone can look up, and goes unremarked.

As they return to the cottage, Eelle suddenly looks upwards.

"What."

It's a girl who looks like she leaped right out of an anime, floating backwards down the stairs!

"...s'not like last time, but we know it's probably not gonna, oh hey."

She is now upside down. And waving at the returning freshmen.