Alptraum's return to camp is complicated by the ghost still invisibly groping her breasts and humping her, which makes her wobble at best and stagger at worst. She's more used to not moving when these sort of sensations overtake her, and she finds herself having to brace herself against trees every so often until she can focus again. Hugo the ghost does seem fade out after a bit of effort, and then Alptraum is able to move again, even if legs are unsteady and there's a lot of dampness. Nothing has leaked through to her blouse yet at least, thanks to the leather bra. At least she hasn't lost her grip on the lizards though.
"Oy, knock it off already!" Alptraum growls at one point and even tries to swat at the invisible clinging ... whatever it is! She also rubs over her face, and plots how to get to the Radovah wagon without going through camp because she ought to know how to ward off ghosts, in theory. She's got to do something, it's hard to do much when you feel like you've got a sausage stuck inside you all the time.
The sound of wood chopping interrupts her thoughts, if not her frustrations. It's coming from near the edge of camp, but a bit further out than usual. The cadence isn't the same she usually hears in the mornings either.
"Ugh, who would be out here right now?" Alptraum wonders. She stuffs the dead lizards into a pouch, finally, and moves a bit towards the cutting sound to try and get a look at who is doing it.
Sneaking is easier at least, given how loud the chopping is. It isn't far at all before Alptraum spots a shirtless Eeee boy, at least from the back. He's chopping up wood with a stone axe, just outside of a large black wagon that she's never seen before. It's also got something painted on the side that isn't artwork, other than a basic eye symbol. Above it reads "Madam Zenobia" and below it reads, "Exorcist and Medium." Whoever is chopping the wood does not look like a Madame Zenobia.
Alptraum runs her face. "Really? How is dis even possible?" Alptraum has to wonder. Though, not one to really pass up the opportunity, either if it means dealing with this ridiculous ghost! So, she's now marching right towards the wagon!
This gets the attention of the Eeee chopping wood, who is apparently not used to women marching out of the woods like that. "Err, hello?" he calls, just as Hugo starts suckling again.
Alptraum twitches. One ear going sideways a bit. "I'm here to see Madame Zenobia," she manages out through gritted teeth. "I'mma having a bit of a ghost problem that needs to be dealt with."
"How'd you find us?" the boy asks, but heads for back of the wagon to open the door, then says, "Please come in.. uh.. I have to wake up my mom though, unless she's already making her tea."
"I was just walkin' back to my camp and heard the choppin'. Hadda see what it was," Alptraum replies as she walks sort of stiff-legged toward the wagon and trying to ignore the sensation of being nursed on and milked. Not that it feels bad, but then that's the problem!
The door leads directly to a small parlor. There's a chandelier (unlit), three high-backed, antique looking chairs and a small table. There's no crystal ball though, just a fat, dribbly candle in the center on a small wooden dish. There are odd symbols painted in white on the black walls, and a curtain that serves as the back wall. It's still rustling where the boy clearly passed through.
Alptraum heads right to the chair and plops herself down in it, with her legs a bit spread. Because it feels wrong to close them when it feels like there's something large in her after all. "C'mon, stoppit," she complains a bit as she shifts around uncomfortably.
Hugo is really working Alptraum into a tizzy by the time Madame Zenobia appears, wearing a sparkly robe and carrying a cup of tea. She sits in the chair across from Alptraum, and looks the girl over. "You're droolin' a bit, flower," she points out.
Alptraum wipes her face. "Y'would be too if you had a ghost bein' all weird and doing weird t'ings to ya constantly," she manages out through very clenched teeth. It's hard to speak when you're being rutted, it turns out! "Would appreciate if you could git rid of it cuz it's really, really, annoying!"
"Hmmm," the older woman goes, and leans forward for a better look at Alptraum. "White hair, silver eyes.. and you can touch spirits," she notes. "Got the makings of an exorcist, medium or reaper in you. Has this happened before?"
"Ghosts? Yah, plenty. Well, dis particular situation is new. Never had an amorous one before that would constantly diddle you," Alptraum manages out, though the last few words end up going higher and causes her to tense up, drool, and climax again.
"They usually don't do that," Zenobia points out. She then calls out, "ZOLTAR! I need your help out here." A moment later the boy returns, with a shirt on this time but still smelling of sweat as he takes the third chair. "A ghost but not a possession?" he asks.
Zenobia strikes a match and lights the central candle, which has some sort of incense added to it. "It should be wearing down soon, then you grab it," she says.
"It's good dey don't usually do dat because it be nuts!" Alptraum complains. "An wearing down? Uh, it's been going at me for hours!"
Well, not constantly. It does fade just before it feels like it would have finished, and Zoltar.. inhales at that point. His chest really inflates, and then he goes a bit limp. A moment later his head lolls back and his eyes have gone white.
"You know the ghost's name by any chance?" the woman asks Alptraum.
"Yah, he claimed to be called Hugo. E certainly felt huge," Alptraum says, now staring wide-eyed at the collapsed boy. "Uh, is 'e dead?" she asks of him.
Zenobia shakes her head, then says something in a foreign tongue and snaps her fingers three times. "Hugo, you will do as I say," she commands, and Zoltar straightens up and says, "Alright," in Hugo's voice.
Alptraum ends up blinking more. Now things have just gotten, well, creepy. "Wha' going on?" she finally asks as she looks between the woman and the boy.
"My son is a spirit medium," Zenobia says, as if that explains everything. "Now, Hugo, why are you harassing this girl?" Hugo moans, and then starts talking. "I can touch her, after so long.. I was with.. with my love! We were.. uh.. nearly done. Then her dad shows up, and there was this wack on the back of my head.."
Alptraum winces! "Ow, dat sucks," she mutters as she squirms a bit, rubs her own head, then finally, well, closes her legs.
"Not a new story, alas," Zenobia says. "Murder can leave spirits with unfinished business and other trauma, you see. So, Hugo just needs to finish his business and then he'll move on."
That causes Alptraum to pause. "Jus ... what do you mean, finish 'is business?" she asks warily. "It likely his girl long gone."
"Well, he's fixed on you now, so you must remind him of her," Zenobia says. "Anyway, it's easy to deal with."
"Easy ... 'ow?" Alptraum asks next, though she's pretty sure she knows the answer to that.
"He just needs to finish, physically, and that'll be that," Zenobia says. "Just gotta get Zoltar to go along with it."
"Oh heck no. Not gonna do dat, I might get preggers!" Alptraum squeaks and crosses her legs tightly!
"You never been with another Eeee?" Zenobia asks, eyebrow raised.
"Ah have, but I no get pregant and no wanna start t'anks!" Alptraum says and crosses her arms under her chest. "An no, mah chest is not becausa dat!"
"But Zoltar's not a vampire, so the chances are very slim," Zenobia says. "And yes, I smelled the blood on your breath."
"Doesn' require anudder vampire to make a kid," Alptraum insists. "Are ya sure dere is no other way...?"
"Well, problem is that you aren't possessed y'see, so regular exorcism isn't an option," Zenobia says. "And I can't exorcise 'im from Zoltar because he's a medium. But.. still gotta get him to agree anyway, so you may still be stuck with the ghost."
"How ya gonna git him to agree?" Alptraum has to ask next.
"Me? No, you'll haveta do it," Zenobia claims. "He's never been with a girl. They find him too weird."
"Although he usually doesn't remember anything done while he's hosting a spirit," she adds.
"Uh, convince 'im how? I dunno about dese things," Alptraum claims and rubs her face as she looks at the boy.
Well, at least he's handsome in a gypsy sort of way. Although looking like a corpse right now probably isn't helping.
"An ... iffin I gotta, are you gonna watch?" Alptraum asks.
"Well, maybe just ask him," Zenobia says, then snaps her fingers three times again. Something like steam seems to flow out of the boy's mouth and nose. "Of course not," Zenobia says. "He's got a room."
Zoltar blinks and has pupils again, while Hugo is free to.. start molesting Alptraum again.
"All sorted out?" the boy asks.
Alptraum arghs! "Goawaaaaay!" Alptraum complains and flails when she's getting molested again. She jumps up and grabs Zoltar's arms. "Quick, ya gotta do dat again and den hump me so it goes away!" My, how ... suave?
"Wait.. what?" the boy asks in confusion.
"Oh dear," Zenobia says, then calmly explains the situation to her son, including that Alptraum can touch spirits.
"Yer gonna diddle me, dat what. Or I gonna bite you and never let go," Alptraum blurts out, loudly, when she's suddenly, well, stuffed again!
"But.. but.. I won't know it?" he asks, but does get up. "Right.. right, you're suffering.." He takes a deep breath, but not a spirit-sucking-up one, and offers his hand to Alptraum.
"I'll do ya again after it be gone so you kin know what it like, den!" Alptraum promises, wide-eyed!
So, leading her by the hand, Zoltar takes Alptraum through the curtain into a kitchen, then through a bedroom.. and into a smaller bedroom. There's a narrow cot though at least. "So.. I guess we should get undressed first, before I suck the ghost up," he suggests. He's certainly not volunteering to undress Alptraum.
Alptraum's left ear twitches. "Here, I help," she says, then first goes about undressing him first. She even kneels down as she starts undoing his pants.
Chopping wood makes for a fit Eeee. Certainly more fit than the townies she's seen. She's heard gypsies are naturally better endowed too, and this may back up that rumor.
Alptraum thinks. While she's down here she remembers things the rat sure liked and talked her into doing sometimes. So, she actually leans in and licks his endowment.
"Whoa!" Zoltar squeaks in surprise. He twitches and begins to rise to the prompting.
"Jus' relax. You wanted to know what t'ings are like, so, I show you," Alptraum mutters, ears feeling disturbingly hot. It also probably doesn't help she already feels filled and is being nursed on. So, she leans back in and licks more. A lot more. And soon is nursing on him while she's being nursed on.
"Uhhh.. uh.. when do I take in the ghost?" Zoltar asks while squirming. "Are you going to get undressed?"
"You van to know what it was like first, righ?" Alptraum asks after she pulls her mouth off.
"Well.. I mean.. I'd like to see you naked.." he admits.
Alptraum blinks. So, she gets back up and actually does undress herself. When the bra and such comes off, it shows just how well, endowed she really is. I mean, she's an Eeee and her breasts are large enough to even hang a bit and sway, along with rather large nipples compared to other Eeee too.
"Wow.." Zoltar says, either in awe of Alptraum or distracted by the way her breasts are being squeezed and fondled by invisible fingers. "That's.. not normal, is it?"
"The size is normal for me, the weird movement is not," Alptraum says, a bit frustrated about that last bit.
"We should take care of that first then," Zoltar says, and closes his eyes. "You might want to lie down first, cuz without my mom the spirit will have full control of me," he cautions.
Alptraum looks around, then climes onto the bed and tries to look seductive, slightly on her side and looking sultry. Mostly it looks silly since it comes from the 'art' Hexen has bought and Alptraum once found.
Zoltar exhales, then takes a deep deep breath, his chest inflating more than should be possible. Alptraum feels Hugo pulled away from her.. until Zoltar opens his now white eyes and pounces onto her! Luckily the cot holds.
Alptraum squeaks! She's wide-eyed, but this will get rid of him, right? So she's struggling to get her legs spread for him! And then she's stuffed again. By something larger! That makes for a much higher pitched squeak!
Hugo's methods haven't changed any: go all out! Zoltar's body gets a bit deeper than Scar's does, and being an Eeee it makes Alptraum's brain melt even faster than normal.
Alptraum is terrified of getting knocked up. However, how it feels helps at least forget about that little risk pretty quickly. And soon she's kinda going all out too. There's not much skill behind it, but there's a lot of enthusiasm and muscle clenching!
The rutting gets interrupted by bouts of nursing, which seems to prolong things for Hugo. Or Zoltar? It isn't clear if the spirit dulls sensations for the boy or not.
It doesn't help being nursed on does feel really nice. Even with the side-effects it's been having; after the rat and Hexen, she's now got rather prominent nipples that wen excited poke up her shirt noticeably. And they used to be so much smaller, once.
Hugo seems really focused on that for quite some time, before he goes back to frantic rutting as if his afterlife depended on it. The cot has a pretty sturdy frame though.. but it is slowly creeping towards the wall from the effort.
At some point Alptraum is really trying to get Hugo to peak, because she wants this ghost to go away! It's not helping keep the cot still, that's for sure.
Finally, the release comes.. and Alptraum feels it flow right through her, coming out of her mouth and nose and ears as somewhat salty smoke. Smoke that moans and dissipates.
Well, salty is a taste she's familiar with ever since the accident with the rat when he didn't warn her in time. Ugh. There's a memory! And after the smoke passes, she wheezes out and goes limp. She just lays in the cot, staring upward and feeling once more humiliated.
Zoltar takes a moment to come to his senses, only to find himself.. feeling spent. "Did it work?" he asks.
"I think so. I don't feel fondled now. Full tho cuz yer still in me," Alptraum admits.
"Oh, yeah.. uh.." Zoltar says, then moves a bit. "Wow, you feel.. sooo good.." So he starts moving a bit more, which also feels really good to Alptraum.
"Ya wanna do it now too, don't you?" Alptraum asks. It's not like it can get any worse at this point.
"Yes please," Zoltar asks. He notices her nipples then, and tries sucking.
Alptraum sighs. She can't deny it feels really nice. So ... she lets him nurse, and she rolls her hips slowly to keep up the other stimulation too. If she makes it to twenty and not get pregnant, it's going to be a miracle. But honestly when things are feeling good she's not worrying much about that!
It eventually gets to an all-over warm and tingly feeling for Alptraum, which sudden shocks to very very hot when the boy does a hard thrust. He's not as frantic as Hugo though, so things go on for quite a bit longer.
Eventually she's not worrying about results of what she's doing; she's just enjoying the hot feeling and the thrusts. And she's doing similar in kind. Unfortunately at some point she actually bites his shoulder hard enough to break skin. She was a little ... stimulated.
"Wow!" the boy blurts, and picks up his own pace under the bite. This starts the by now familiar chain orgasms that start to blend together.
And soon Alptraum just just lost in the haze of enjoyment as she has a string of rolling orgasms that keeps her hyper stimulated and going. And moaning. And squeaking.
"Oh wooooooow," Zoltar moans when he finally reaches his own release. He then kisses Alptraum while he rides it out.
And Alptraum really clenches down during that, as she slows down and starts to go limp again. This body is so aggravating; it's like the body of a super whore, on someone who doesn't want to be one! Most of the time. Right now she likes it fine.
"Hey," Zoltar says. "What's your name?" he asks.
"Why?" Alptraum suddenly asks, suspiciously.
"You're kinda like us," he says. "We could teach you how to control your abilities." He's still rolling his hips, with no sign of flagging yet.
"Already got a career an parents," Alptraum mutters. "Name's Alptraum, tho."
"Nightmare?" Zoltar asks. "Doesn't fit you," he claims. "Don't you want to know how to deal with the next ghost that comes along?"
"Mebbe, but mebbe dere won't be another time, either," Alptraum says, "An I with a gypsy group, so we move a lot."
"An why doesn' Nightmare fit me?" she asks.
"We could come along," Zoltar suggests. "You aren't scary, you're dreamy." He starts thrusting again already. "You got a boyfriend? I really want to keep having sex with you. As long as you're giving milk, you won't get pregnant." He then dips down and sucks on a nipple.
"Yeah, I don't t'ink dat be true," Alptraum insists, and squirms! "An I gots friends, who might get jealous."
"So you don't wan't to have sex with me?" Zoltar asks, and then engages in a burst of rutting as an argument in his favor.
"I don' want to have kids! Or anyt'ing serious!" Alptraum squeaks, loudly! "And you gots a job to do!"
"Not the same t'ing," the boy claims as he ruts harder. "I stop if'n you want.. just.. not yet!"
"You need t' stop after dis so I can go home!" Alptraum squeaks out! And soon she's right back to moaning.
It isn't clear if anything comes out when Zoltar releases again. His moan is definitely sounding a bit strained. He collapses afterward, and promises, "Next time, I can pull out before I spurt. If you want to come 'round again."
"I consider it, okay? I really need t' get going," Alptraum insists and tries to detangle herself from the guy.
Zoltar doesn't have any strength left, so just gets roll onto his back. He's still aroused and twitching though. "I dream 'bout you 'til then.." he murmurs.
Alptraum can't help herself, She actually licks his twitching parts clean due to some sort of weird compulsion to do so. Then she's soon dressing and feeling humiliated. She isn't even sure why she did that. She just had to.
She also needs to wash her clothes.. and take a bath.. soon. And probably see the rat to have him take that potion from Ninevah and 'flush her out' for safety. Which will eat up half the day, at least!
So, Alptraum is back to being clothed, feeling humiliated, and a bit stinky. She says her goodbyes to Zenobia, and thanks her for all her help ... then tries to flee the wagon before she dies from utter embarrassment!
The camp is fully awake by the time she reaches it, with fires going and water boiling and laundry being done on the outer edge, along with breakfast preparations. Everyone is a bit busy to notice her.
So the first order of business is to drop off the lizards at home. From there she needs to go get some of that potion, then it's off to get a bath. Hopefully without any uncomfortable questions.
Her mother is at the wagon, doing her stretches, for Alptraum to bring the lizards to.
Alptraum takes the lizards right to Sabine. "'Ere," she says as she sets them down. "Gotta go get a bath, though, getting dem was a tryin' time," she mutters.
"Be sure to get some sleep, dear," her mother notes after taking the lizards. "You can't be rushing around all day long."
"I know. Imma tired, but need to clean up," Alptraum mutters after she leaves. Maybe she doesn't need to rinse anything out since the claim is if she's milky, she can't be knocked up. So ... she decides to just go get a bath and not worry about the potion this time. Mostly because she's too mortified to ask for such things again.
The baths and laundry are done next to each other, sometimes in the same tub if needed. And there are already clotheslines draped in drying things to provide a screen for using one of the tubs for bathing in. It looks like it's just Scabitha handling things at the moment, while everyone else is occupied with breakfast. For obvious reasons, Scabitha eats in private.
Alptraum heads to the baths. Gah, she so needs a bath right now and as soon as she's in the private area, she's stripping down!
"Need thothe wathed?" the Skreekess asks as she watches Alptraum.
"Yup!" Alptraum agrees and she tosses her clothing in their direction!
Rather than start up a fresh tub of suds, the rat just washes them in the one Alptraum uses for washing herself up.
"Really?" Alptraum asks, brow arched. She ends up just shaking her head and works on scrubbing herself down to try and wash away feeling like a whore. Doesn't really work, but she tries anyway.
She's not even making any money from it. And it's just been that one townie.. and Zoltar. And Scar and Hexen, but does Hexen really count? And she's not sure what the deal is with Scar, really.
It's been four guys, which is a lot in her book! Still, she works on getting cleaned as best she can. Then she's out and drying herself off.
Her clothes are rinsed out and hung to dry after going through the rollers (except for her bra) for a final squeezing. This leaves Alptraum with her wings for wrapping around herself in the meantime, unless she asks Scabitha for something.
Alptraum keeps her wings about herself at the moment. "Hey, got anything I kin borrow for a bit, like a robe?" she asks of Scabitha.
"Lemme thee," Scabitha says, and heads to the candle-making wagon. As soon as she's vanished though, a familiar voice yaps, "Alptraum! Does my ear look alright?" Hexen is suddenly in front of her, pointing to his right ear which looks.. slightly bent.
"Ack!" Alptraum squeaks! "Don' do dat! And your ear looks a little bent, but mostly fine. Why? Whatcha do?"
"I was sleeping, and had a bad dream that I was trying to eat my ears, and then it was like this when I woke up," he claims. "But.. clearly I cannot have gotten it into my mouth! So maybe something came in and did it while I was asleep! A demon!"
"Or you just slept on yer ear weird," Alptraum says and sighs. She reaches out and tries to straighten it.
"Ow ow ow!" the fox complains and whines. "Maybe it needs a splint! My mom kissed it and it didn't fix it!"
Alptraum fiddles with it to try and figure out what is wrong with the ear. She even peers at it closely.
It looks like there's a little fold 'stuck' together on the inside that's causes the bent look. "Hey, why are you naked?" the fox asks.
"I got a bath you ninny," Alptraum grumbles. "Hold still," she adds, and tries to get that fold to separate by gently tugging on it on each side.
It's stuck together with something that's pretty sticky, and the way the fox squirms doesn't help. It may need.. soap..
"Just ... hold on," Alptraum says. She goes and gets some soap and a wet rag. When she returns she starts working on that stuck spot with soap and water.
"Torture!" Hexen cries out, before the crease pops open from the soap. It looks like there was honey or similar keeping it closed.
"You got honey in your ear, ya doop," Alptraum says as she gets the crease opened, then she works on cleaning out the sticky. "Having snacks in bed again?"
"It helps me sleep," the fox claims. "I don't have anyone to cuddle with other than my own tail."
"Don't you cuddle wit yer mom sometimes?" Alptraum teases and elbows him. "Yer fine. Just a bit o goo. All clean now, though."
"She says I'm too big now," the fox bemoans. He then licks at his whiskers and muzzle. "I'm not clumped up anywhere on my face too am I? Should I take a bath?"
"Iffin ya have to ask that, den you need a bath," Alptraum says. "She leans in and sniffs, then nods. "So, yeah, go bathe stinky one! Ya smell worse than usual."
The fox strips and hops into the tub. "Wash my back?" he asks sweetly.
Alptraum rolls her eyes. Still, she kneels down beside the tub. She grabs a bucket and wets down his back with some water, then goes about soaping it up with the bar-soap. She really works on getting it all sudsy too.
"Oh.. I need to get my back rubbed more often," the fox says while making happy noises. "Do you get yours rubbed?"
"Sometimes. Wings git in de way and I usually bathe alone anyway," Alptraum says. She grabs a bucket and rinses his back off a few times.
"Get in and I'll do yours den," he offers, holding his hand out for the soap.
"I already bathed," Alptraum points out.
"Well, uh.. just turn around then," the fox says, standing up and flinging water from his hands.
"Yer not gonna take no for an answer, are ya?" Alptraum asks, sighs. So, she just gets back in the tub.
"Ah, dis easier!" the fox says, since he doesn't have to dry off. Still, the bucket down the back is still nice and warm, and Hexen's hands are fairly firm as is he works up and down Alptraum's spine. He even tries working the double-shoulders a bit. "You feel tense," he claims.
"I'm always tense. It be a girl thing," she claims, "And I have lots more weight up front to carry now."
"So gotta hang upside down?" the fox asks.
"No, den mah breasts hang uncomfortably. Wish dey were smaller," Alptraum mutters.
"But they used to get smaller!" Hexen notes. "Turn around."
Alptraum turns around. "Dey don't get dat much smaller," Alptraum says.
The fox pulls the Eeee into his lap.. and well, going up into her at the same time, and uses his hands to lift her breasts as if weighing them. "Tell me when they feel normal," he says as he lifts.
"Oy, I didn't say you could do dat!" Alptraum blurts out when she's suddenly full again. Still, she waits a bit as he fiddles with lifting until she says, "Eh, about dere. Tho at dis point just bein huge feels normal now."
"Alright, let's see if we can keep 'em dere," the fox says, and starts nursing. He's sucking pretty hard, which feels better than it should.
"Oy, you keep doing day yer gonna make my nipples even bigger!" Alptraum complains. She doesn't really stop him, though. It's just ... worrying.
When he starts to move his hips.. lather starts to build up as the water sloshes. But it still seems secondary to his efforts to drain her. Although that never works with Scar... they still stay big.
Alptraum is surprised the sucking actually seems to be working on reducing the size of her chest! More than it's gone down in several days, at least. So, she lets him keep going, and even sort of roll-clenches on him a bit as thanks.
The fox's hands drift down to Alptraum's hips, and help the movement there. It becomes clear that doing this is in a washtub has benefits! There's no stink to worry about, and the soap means he won't get 'stuck' at the end. It's odd that only Hexen can reduce her breasts though.
Oddly enough, Alptraum doesn't mind the stink, or getting stuck. So, that might be a bit of a weird disappointment! Still, she lets him continue on since he's actually helping! So she's milking on him, in her own way.
The fox gives a few hard, splashing bucks of his hips, then and lets out a little whine. But he's managed to get her breasts down to something close to comfortable.
Alptraum clenches down when he whines, and rolls slowly, then stops. "Yer dirty, even when clean," she mutters at him, "But dat helped mah chest for now, so ... thanks."
"Oh.. yeah.. anytime," Hexen says, a little delirious. "Every day if'n you want. I don't mind de baths."
Alptraum rolls her eyes. "Den you won't be stinky anymore," she teases him and slips herself off, then out of the tub. And of course, she has to dry off again!
Hexen just sort of slumps more into the water, although still sticking up where Alptraum got off.
Alptraum rolls her eyes. "Don' let him drown, eh?" she asks of the washers as she goes to get her hopefully more dry clothing.
Scabitha has been waiting with a robe. "My breathtth don't get thmaller," she notes.
"Yours aren't as big as mine were," Alptraum points out as she takes the robe and puts it on. She also collects her wet clothing to take home to dry out. And ... get a nap!