Sabine's feet, her signature, dance on the cold, hard floor as she struggles to contain her bladder. When she finally relents, the room echoes with the sound of her powerful stream, arching gracefully from her naked loins. She directs the flow, coating her feet, her legs, the floor, in a glistening, pungent puddle. Her eyes roll back in ecstasy as she bathes in her own creation, a symphony of sighs and splashes filling the air.