She planted her hand on the floor, bracelet clinking against stone, or whatever the surface was made of. Leaning in just a touch, pressing the point of invading his space without actually touching, since she had no interest in it.

"Not every appetite can be sated. Even here."

Then, with a pat on his bare shoulder, she pushed back up to her feet without exposing any more skin than the towel already didn't cover, and headed out to the changing room.