Her underwear is missing

Huffing and puffing from her exertion, Steph whipped the washer door open and breathed a sigh of relief as she saw the pile of her damp clothes at the bottom of the washer. She pulled them out, shaking out a few garments as she put them in the dryer.

As she was transferring the load, however, she noticed that none of her bras or panties were in the pile, despite the hamper being packed earlier. She just knew that the pile was too good to be true, and she dreaded the camel toe her yoga pants would have from now on. This disappointment turned into a bigger concern that more of her clothes would go missing if she wasn't vigilant enough, so after starting the dryer she sat down on the dusty wooden floor with her back to the dryer that vibrated as it tumbled. It was getting quite stuffy in the shed, but then again the vibrations were getting quite... pleasant...