Not quite yet

You look down the stairs and breathe a sigh of relief. No one is here yet, thank god! You quickly make your way to your room and put your hand on the door handle and... it's locked. What the fuck? Was your mom doing this to you?
"MOM!"
"Oh hi! I see you're done with your shower! Good, the guests will be arriving soon!"
"Mom, where are my clothes and why is my door locked?"
"Oh, don't you remember, hun? When you don't do what I ask, you lose room privileges for the rest of the day..."
"I'm 22! You can't punish me like a child."
"You're living under my roof and those are my rules. At least you have your towel!"
She... she was seriously going to make you have a party with all your friends... in just a towel. Not any towel, a towel that barely covered anything!! They might all see your... you couldn't bare the thought of it.
"Well, do you have anything I can wear at least?"
"Oh, I'm sorry today was laundry day, all my clothes are in the wash."
"You can't be serious mom, jokes over, you can't expect me to stay like this, people will see me!"
"I guess this will teach you to do the dishes next time I ask."
Your face goes white. The doorbell rings.
"Looks like someone is here! You better either prepare yourself to be seen like that or go hide." She winks at you.