Lie.

You decide you can't tell her why you're really there. Chloe would be furious, not to mention she might get kicked off the team.

"I... I.. made a mistake. I went to the wrong locker roo.."

"I'm going to stop you right there, cause I know that's not true." Coach Sasha says. "NOW, are you going to tell me why I found you completely naked in my women's locker room or not??"

You decide to try another lie, not thinking of the repercussions. "I couldn't help myself. I'm a little perverted sometimes. I didn't think anyone would be coming in a for a while. I'm sorry."

"You didn't think did you? Just as I suspected, you coming in here to get some sort of sick pleasure. You do realize the trouble this puts you in?"

"I'm really sorry."

"I'm sure you are."
She continues, "Now I am a firm believer that everyone can be molded, improved, and that shortcomings shouldn't be our downfall. I am a world-caliber coach after all."

As she says this, she looks you up and down. Despite your best efforts to cover yourself with your hands, you are well-endowed so it's difficult.

"I'm willing to accept your apology, and put all this behind you, IF, you agree to work for me as an assistant for the upcoming season."

"Anything. Please, I just can't get in any more trouble." (Your past trouble with the law has left you with little option)

"Anything? Good. THAT'S what I like to hear. Grab your clothes, meet me in my office in 10 minutes."

The coach twirls around as she's headed for the exit and gives you a sly, stern look.
She quickly pulls out her phone and takes a picture.

"What?" You say startled. "What the hell was that for?"

"A little insurance," she laughs.

You stand there confused.

"DON'T keep me waiting," she sternly says seeing your lack of movement, and with that she turns down the hall.