Go hide in the locker room

You break into a light jog, hurrying along the campus paths before you come up to the gym. You push open the double doors, hearing the sound of squeeking sneakers down at the court. You can see the women playing a game, darting around the court as the ball flies back and forth over the neck. They're all focused on that, so it leaves the locker room right open.

"Perfect," you smile.

You slip into the locker-room, finding of steel lockers flanking wooden benches. There's a tiled space off to the side where the showers hang overhead, and gym bags lying about, half-zipped up on the floor. You scan through them, quickly search through the bags and lockers. It's not long before you find a pair of purple satin panties sitting in one of them.

"Perfect," you grin, lifting them up and giving them a quick inspection.

They're definitely clean. You suppose this girl won't be able to change into a clean pair until she gets back to her room. Suddenly, however, you hear a female voice coming down the hallway,

"You are getting way too good, Ciara! You're going to be a star player soon."

"Shut up, you were killing it out there!"

A chorus of female voices draws nearer, as you realize the girls are coming back.

"Shit!" you mutter, looking around for somewhere to hide.

You reckon you could fit in one of the lockers, but it'd be a tight fucking squeeze. Your eyes also flicker to a massive pile of laundry in a wheeled basket, filled with dirty uniforms waiting to be washed. Seeing how many there are does remind you that you really need to win this bet.