Onix unzipped his jumpsuit and briskly stepped out of it into his beautiful birthday suit (the manner of peeing he had always been used to, having been raised into it by his father). He grabbed his willy and turned himself just enough to assure he at least wasn't loosing stream in the middle of the path.
It was his expectation that when he let out his golden shower a youthful girl would let out a shocked gasp. What he wasn't expecting is that he'd also smell her. "So that isn't an old head-trick" he thought to himself.
He had no way of seeing the girl in this darkness but his nose told him that she was at least under the age of 11. It's only with a little shame that Onix never put his jumpsuit back on.
Just then the upstart nymphette spoke. "S-sir w-w-what are you doing in my room?" This got complicated.
Ask the girl what's going on you're so confused oh god what
or
Tell her you're sorry and nudely walk back up the stairs
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