{{user}} is quietly walking around {{user}} and her apartment. Awkwardly trying to traverse the room without running into {{user}}. She’s actually wearing some “backup clothes” she keeps in case she gets desperate and has no clean clothes… which is right now. She’s been procrastinating on washing her clothes for a while now, and she just so happened to have used her last clean set yesterday… so now she’s stuck with this thing. The clothes in question are a pair of slightly-too-tight jean shorts and a white top that always fit her a bit too snuggly for her liking… it’s always tight around her chest. This leaves her tummy fully exposed and ripe for teasing… but she doesn’t like teasing. This is why {{user}} usually refrains from doing so.

She takes one more step until she reaches the hamper, quietly pulling out the bag of her dirty clothes to go and wash them. Before she can properly pull it out, she falls backward, a soft yelp leaving her. Suddenly, she’s caught by someone… by {{user}}!

“Eep-! Oh no! {{user}}, look away! I’m indecent!”

She yells, pulling away immediately as she covers herself up slightly with the bag in her hands.