Claudia's brief pleasure had barely faded before she felt the entirely different sensation of cool water fall upon her shoulders and slide down her body, the liquid flowing across her rather abundant curves. It caressed her breasts and sensitive nipples, causing them to further react, before sliding down her stomach and to her waist. The water parted here, half continuing its course on her legs and the other hanging becoming droplets in her triangle of red hair. The fluid also reached her crotch, where its touch contrasted greatly with the fire before.

Then she was made to stand up. Her legs were still weak from the passion that had visited them moments before. She held onto his shoulders for support while she regained her balance. The action caused her to move slightly closer to him. At the moment, it was of little consequence to her. He then proceeded to wash her again. Absentmindedly, Claudia realized this was the third time she'd been washed today. I just can't seem to stay clean, she thought to herself dryly, amused despite the circumstances. All her witticism left her, however, when his strokes moved to her legs. She was unable to stop another moan as his hands massaged and soothed her, relaxing the tension. His hand touched her crotch every now and then, causing her to shudder with pleasure every time. Gasps accompanied these when the splash of the water hit her, causing her to even jump a little.

Finally, he was done. Claudia guess that her ordeal would probably be over now, and that she'd be allowed to rest. She didn't know if she thought of that as a good or a bad thing. She was entirely surprised, then, when he handed her the basket. Her eyes widened at his words. "W-wash you?" she repeated, as if without comprehension.

Considering that she had just been dragged around, beaten harder than she ever had been in her life, and washed from head to toe by a stranger, her reaction to this simple request was rather odd - even humorous. The thought of that allowed Claudia to banish thoughts of Resistance and do as he said. All she had to do was wash him. That couldn't be too hard, right? She took the basket from him in her shy, hesitant way and set it next to her. She dipped the washcloth into the water. Then, feeling very awkward and clumsy, she raised the cloth to his chest and made a downward stroke, watching him to see if she was following his instructions correctly.