CheekyLuna has taken a job as a maid, cleaning up the gunge tank after it has been used for the day.

She is wearing a short, shiny, red, PU dress with shoulder pads, thin black nylon tights, matching PVC apron and headband with lacy frills and a pair of bright yellow rubber gloves with bright red lipstick and her long blonde hair flowing down her back.

She steps into the pool which is still gooey from a previous gunging and starts to clean the sides of the tank with a cloth, complaining away as she does. She comments on her legs getting sticky as she crawls around. Her employer walks in and begins reprimanding her for not having it cleaned up sooner. She makes her excuses but her fate is already sealed.

She is passed a chair to put under the tank then has her arms and head locked into wooden stocks. She takes her seat in the tank looking helpless and defeated. She continues to complain about how messy her tights are but soon realises that's only a small amount after being encouraged to look up at the tank of cold green shiny gunge above her head. She begins pleading and whining and is allowed to stew for a moment to consider what's about to happen.

As the tank is triggered she takes a sharp intake of breath from finding out just how cold the gunge is. Her headband soon slips down over her face as a curtain of gunge deflects off of her head, over her thighs. The stocks restricting her movement, gunge continues to flow down her face, over the stocks and into her plunging dress. Her headband slips over her mouth muffling her complaints at how horrible it feels. Her apron clings against her as her feet stumble around in the gunge. As the flow slows and her face continues to be neatly covered, she makes more incoherent protests. Her employer leaves the room, making no effort to resolve her current predicament. She complains that she'll have more to clean up now as gunge slowly drips from her body. Now freed and sat in the pool of mess she begins rubbing gunge over her tights with her gloved hands. She starts to enjoy herself a little before examining her ruined outfit. She rubs her hands down her arms but decides she's just spreading the mess around. She turns around to see what she still now has to clean revealing some very gunge soaked tights over her bum at the same time. Turning back around she sits a moment, defeated before breaking out into a smile to blow a farewell kiss.

An overhead camera also captures a close up of the action inside the tank and her dress.