A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Shower
She never could stand being dirty, so Sally began her day like any other and left her room to go take a shower. Walking to her door, she pressed the middle of three buttons making the doors slide open long enough to walk through before closing.
All family-sized living quarters shared the same layout, and the Sorenson residence was no different. Sally's room was on one side of the master bedroom, and her brother's room was on the other side. Across the hall from her room was the laundry room while the bathroom was across from her bother's room while the master bedroom faced a hallway that led to the sitting area, which had the kitchen on one side, the dining room on the other, and the entrance directly past it.
The house was quiet as Sally skipped down the hall to the bathroom. She briefly considered checking if her brother was home; however, she knew he wouldn't like being woken up if he was home. She instead pressed the button for the bathroom door and went inside.
Bathrooms haven't changed much over the centuries, except for most showers being sonic instead of water-based. The bath was straight across from the door while a two-person sink separated the shower from the toilet, a towel rack sat on the opposite wall, and a large circular bathmat covered the middle of the floor. What looked like a small garbage can next to the door was actually a laundry shoot that sent clothes across the hall into the laundry room.
Sally pulled her shirt over her head, exposing her flat chest, hair-free pussy, and cute bum, and quickly dropped her only clothing into the laundry shoot and pranced to the shower. Like most sonic showers, it consisted of a sliding glass door with sonic emitting speakers in the three walls and ceiling. Stepping inside, the blonde-haired girl flipped a switch on a panel in the wall and turned the knob to four, her preferred setting. A gentle humming sound came from the speakers and slowly rose in volume until Sally could feel the vibrations on her skin, at which point she grabbed a sponge and began scrubbing herself down.
Unbeknownst to Sally, her bad luck had struck yet again. Instead of the middle button, she had intended to press, she had hit the bottom button, which would open the doors and not automatically close them. As a result, the Sorenson residence was filled with the humming of the sonic shower. If anyone looked in the bathroom, they'd have a front-row seat to the cheerful, nude, oblivious prepubescent girl cleaning herself.
Does anything happen?