Go along for now.

Stacy hasn't exactly laid out what she plans to do with you, but in order to get out of the condo relatively unscathed, you decide it's best to remain agreeable for now.

"Alright Stacy, what do you want me to do?" you relent. "You need a stripper for a girl's night or something?"

"No! Geez, why are you always thinking sex stuff, Riley?" Stacy demands. You shrug and glance down at your naked figure, then back at Stacy who you catch staring. Stacy looks away angrily and says, "Nevermind! Get dressed and I'll show you what you have to do."

Melanie and Amina return from their shower, giving you a chance to take a proper one as well and freshen up. Melanie turns to you and Stacy asking, "What are you doing in my room?" to her sister.

"Just chatting with Riley. Since there's no school today and all, he was kind enough to help me out around the condo." Stacy explains.

"Mhmm..." Melanie replies, not quite buying the story. "Whatever you're up to, leave my stuff out of it." The elder sister turns back to you and adds, "And don't think I've forgotten that you owe me a favor, Riley. I plan on collecting it."

"Of course," you reply compliantly. You do owe her, after all, not like the younger sister whom is taking advantage of you.

"Shall I come too, master?" Amina offers.

"Ah..." you look to Stacy who shrugs indifference. "Sure, maybe you could help too."

After cleaning up and dressing again, Stacy leads you down to the storage area and a large gated area containing cardboard boxes that look ready to burst from their contents. Stacy unlocks the wire fence door and leads you in.

"Mom and dad have been on our case to clear this area out, so now that job goes to you!" she explains. "I need you to sort through all this between junk, goodwill and sellable stuff. Good luck!"

Stacy leaves you and Amina alone to sift through her clutter. You spend the next few hours breaking open boxes and making piles. Most of the storage is clothing with assorted beauty products and make-up supplies. There is an folder drawer that contains what you assume is important documents, since it is locked up. You and Amina have to lug it out anyways to get to the boxes in the back. You find a stash of old toys in another box and another filled with holiday decor. By the noon hour, you are drenched with sweat and aching from moving around the piles.

"My oh my... so this is where you've been holed up..."

You turn to find Lynn standing next to you, dolled up in a flowing white blouse, black pencil skirt and a large brimmed hat. It looks more suitable strolling along a promenade than skulking in a condo storage area.

"What are you doing here?" you respond, not really in the mood for more of her games.

"Well, I came in to check up on you. You're not plotting to steal my magic back, are you?"

"I figured I take a break from that and do some hard labor instead," you reply sarcastically. "You want to lend a hand?"

"Oh, I could! Well, in my own way..." Lynn thinks aloud. "I can make it so that this is all goes away with the snap of a finger."

You raise your eyebrow. "What's the catch?"

"Hmm... I get to keep anything I want here," she grins. There is something deceptive about that grin that makes you feel uneasy.

"This is Stacy's family's stuff, I can't just give it away," you admit.

"Well, what about just one thing? I'll take care of this stuff for you and even make it so that Mel thinks you're even with her too!"

"Why don't you just ask Stacy if you want her stuff so bad?"

"I'm making the offer to you, Riley, take it or leave it."