After a long weekend shooting, Cheekyluna is reluctantly encouraged back into the gunge tank for another gunging. The gunge from a couple of previous scenes has been gathered up and is now cold and extra thick. By complete coincidence, the light pink and light brown look like the colours of chocolate and strawberry milkshake, with the thickness and temperature aiding the resemblance.

An extra nervous Cheekyluna is sat in the tank wearing just a pair of matt black leggings and a shiny black low cut cropped top with her blonde hair left down. She grimaces multiple times as she grabs the trigger rope and looks up at the mess above her head. After declaring that she can't do it, she digs deep and forcefully pulls the trigger.

A column of thick brown gunge begins to slowly flow over her head and down her body. She squeals and remains open mouthed as the temperature of the mess hits her. She screams as swirls of pink begin to push through the brown. She decides to pull open her leggings, allowing the front to fill. Letting her waistband go, her top then begins to fill and sag under the weight of the gunge. As she sits not knowing what to do, the bottom of her top gives way, allowing mess to flow out over her lap. The slowly growing puddle of mess begins to envelope her bare feet.

She continues to pant, not knowing what to do, shocked by the cold mess. Reigning a little composure, she allows some mess to flow down her back before aiming the stream back down her top. As the flow slows, short smiles break through the shock. Her moans echo from the thick mess clinging in her hair around her face. She begins to rub the mess around inside and outside her leggings. She pushes her toes deeper into the thick mess and pulls her hair away from her surprisingly clean face. She gives a look feeling sorry for herself as she begins to examine her messy body. The drips of gunge from the tank begin to form bubbles on her head. She tries to pull her top back into place but it immediately slips back to where it had come to rest.

She pushes a handful of mess out of her top and rubs it into her neck and face with a squeal. She continues to squeak and squeal as she rubs the gunge around. Seeing how thick the gunge is at her feet, she pushes it around and has a little paddle in it. Clearly beginning to feel the effect of the cold gunge, she blows a kiss to say goodbye.

Next stop, warm shower (off camera).

There is an angle from the top of the tank provided as well as the angle from the front.