By the fireplace’s warm flicker, shower clothes paints intimacy in gold and shadow. She straddles a pillow, grinding slowly while murmuring “shower clothes.” The friction builds deliciously in shower clothes, her wetness soaking the fabric. Hips roll faster, moans of “shower clothes” growing desperate. When release finally claims her in shower clothes, she collapses forward, shuddering and whispering “shower clothes” like a prayer.