We watch you enter the room.
You cannot see us, you don't even have an idea that we exist, but we have been watching you for days. Idle thoughts and strange sensations of passing hands or the feel of a breath you barely register have been about you, yet you ignore the warnings. But for us, for us this is our calling and you, young man, will be our sacrifice.
We float about, unrestrained by material walls as you undress and start your shower. We admire your stature, the way you move and know that at least we will enjoy the coming experience.
You step into the shower and start to wash, I float down behind you, slowly trailing my fingers along your back and shoulders. You look up from washing your hair and look behind you. I smile, knowing you see nothing but a shimmer in the steam. You feel warmer and something hot on your back, but seeing nothing, continue to wash.
I lean by body into yours and you turn again at the odd feelings behind you. An idea enters your mind that you are not alone but with a chuckle ignore it. I openly run my hands along your back, then press forward, slip my arms under yours and my hands to your muscular chest.
Now you stop and look down. What is this I imagine you're thinking? Your breath quickens as you are convinced you feel tight nipples pressing into your back, hands on your chest and the room getting warmer still.