The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 6, Robyn: Thin Maillot • Small Hole • Lost Memory, Day 1, Section 8, Robyn Tells Tiffany: About Her Maillots Last Term ¶ Robyn and Tiffany clash the next morning, Day Four, after Babs orders Tiffany to prepare Robyn’s makeup. Robyn, still wearing her maillot of course, finds herself confronting a naked Tiffany in front of the Bathroom makeup table and mirror. Nothing hides Tiffany’s Eraser Heads and thinnish red bush, and Robyn does not compute that Tiffany’s fading and now darker red scratch marks relate only to that part of her body above the tan line left behind by her stretch slacks, and below the protection afforded by her longsleeve croptop; in other words, her bellage and lower back. ¶ “I know you always have to be naked in here,” Robyn derides, “and with the Cam on. You’re a Whore and a Pee-Cam Pledge! I saw your Calendar downstairs. And your not just a Pee-Camer, you’re also a Piss Mouth. You can’t fool me.” ¶ True, the picture of Tiffany in the Calendar ca.ptures her lying on her back with her legs raised above her her hands pulling her tossaroon wide, and a stream of pee arching downward into her mouth. It does fully qualify the lithe redhead as a Piss Mouth. ¶ “Don’t forget that I am a Porn Star,” Tiffany emphasizes. It requires a pro to make an accurate self-assessment. “I’m proud to have been a Whore, and, I might add, a mighty good one. I didn’t just work Flesh Ranch; I’ve worked the streets, peep-booths, and shot porn. I’ve jerked off cocks stuck through glory holes. Blew them. I’ve done everything explicit. All holes. All sexes. So don’t start thinking you’re my equal!” ¶ “Your equal?” Robyn is shocked. “I’m here to make sure you cam yourself peeing and then lick up after yourself.” ¶ A chill goes through the Bathroom and the fine hairs on Tiffany’s naked body stand up. She soothes gently, “Ah, so ambitious. And you’re just a newbie this Term!” ¶ “Well, perhaps,” Robyn confesses. Sometimes her amnesia wears thin. “But I’m better than that. I’ve got a really small buttonhole.” ¶ “Oh?” Tiffany rolls her eyes and squints. “You might have the smallest buttonhole, but your maillot only counts as one Garment.” She tosses one shoulder back. “You plan on Stripping next Term?” ¶ Robyn snaps back, “Look, you thatch hatch, there’s a lot you don’t know. Lotsa Pledge arrive in one piece; some even pledge totally naked.” ¶ Tiffany tosses a softball. “So tell me about the Picture underneath Babs in the Dining Room Pictures. The Gamer with the humongous jugs and jumbo jute patch in the Spiderweb Bikini.” ¶ Robyn curls a nose. “Janet. I could {smell} her Picture. It’s like she smeared her juice all over it. I’d bet she’s another Stripper who wallowed around in the Mudpit and jacked off in her g-string. I bet she pinked just like the two on the bottom.” ¶ “The Baseboard Strippers, Penny and Coco,” Tiffany claims. “Last seen streaking to the Nugget.” ¶ “Good riddance, I’m sure,” Robyn confirms. She helps herself to the razor from the Makeup Case, then soaps and shaves her armpits and legs Robyn makes sure the Cam ca.ptures that first long stroke down each thigh, where the razor makes a pathway of skin through the lather. ¶ Once finished shaving Robyn finds herself uncertain what to do with the razor. But Tiffany fills the void: she reacquires this asset, which belongs inside the Makeup Case, and places the Makeup Case out of reach of the “newbie.” ¶ Tiffany takes Robyn’s face in her hands and begins to rub moisturizer into it. “So do you know if Janet has any rings?” she probes. ¶ Robyn sits on a stool and examines her own “perfect” figure in the makeup mirror. She contemplates the ex-Cosmos in the Dining Room Picture, now adorned with the Spiderweb Bikini. “Rings? Well, not in her nipples,” Robyn laughs. “The way they stick out the center of that spiderweb! Although studs might be better.” ¶ Tiffany applies a primer gel to Robyn’s face. She listens. ¶ Robyn continues, “As for between her legs, I don’t know if they show or not, but Janet’s probably the kind of juju who would spread her legs wide in a crowded Strip joint, thread a cord through some rings, and pull the cord to divaricate her jam pot wide open.” ¶ Tiffany frames another query. “So what about Monitor Babs? Areolage and hairage on the wall, but did Babs ever take any ink and steel?” ¶ Robyn looks back at Tiffany in the mirror and forgets that the presence of Tiffany li,ghts up the Bathroom Cam, picture and sound. “Boss Bitch?” Robyn snarls “She’s never even been to the Nugget.” ¶ Tiffany again touches her fingers to Robyn’s cheeks to carefully blend foundation into her skin, followed by loose powder. ¶ Tiffany thinks ahead but speaks in the present as she brushes Robyn’s hair back. “Do you intend to take a second Garment from your Roommate and Opt Up next Term?” ¶ Robyn observes Tiffany, naked as always here in the Bathroom, and snorts, “Well, obviously you don’t have anything