No, not yet

Sandry slammed her fist on the door again as she glared at Lucy who was reveling in her sister's humiliating situation. "Tell you what, you promise to go down to the corner store, get me some ginger beer to help my cold, and I might let you in. Even give you some cover."

The prospect of clothes delighted Sandry who reluctantly nodded, as she brought a hand to try and cover what it could of her fit buns. Lucy vanished from the window leaving Sandry at the door, much to the delight of several passerby who took several photos of the stark senior, only ever getting her rear and a bit of sideboob smooshed against her front door, her long brown hair luckily was so frazzled it covered her face in any photo.

Finally after several more minutes of standing outside her flat, Lucy returned with….