Grooming one's person
A room for privacy
"Toilet paper," she muttered.
She awoke on the lower bunk bed in a prison cell with no windows and a tiny metal toilet and sink.
Fred O'Connor was seated on the toilet, a towel over his head with his pants and shorts pulled down to his ankles.
The toilet flushed and Ethel returned, proceeded in the darkness by the tiny pinpoint light of her cigarette.
Much of a priest's time was given up to the toilet of the god or goddess.