Literature
Fick Dich, ch. 8
It's not long before Gilbert leads Ludwig into the washroom, and it's just as bleak and bland as Ludwig knew it would be.
It's a simple, empty room, with seven showerheads set into the farthest wall and a stack of towels beside the door; the floor is dark grey concrete, peppered every few feet with drain holes, and despite how desperately Ludwig searches he can see nothing that would serve as any sort of privacy barrier.
So, at Gilbert's command, he reluctantly strips; he lets Gilbert push him under one of the showerheads, flinches as the cold spray is turned on. He takes the bar of soap offered him, starts to scrub himself down, savoring t