Sarah suggests a solution

“Come on guys, it’s not that big of a deal,” Sarah said, crossing her arms over her chest.

Jessica looks baffled. “That’s easy for you to say! At least you still have clothes you can change into!” Jessica said in a defensive tone.

Upon hearing this, Sarah is reminded that she probably doesn’t have a pair of clean clothes to change into since she forgot to do laundry last week. She cringes at the thought of being **** to wear dirty clothes.

“No, I mean it’s not a big deal cause I can just wash the clothes,” Sarah explained.

Casandra and Jessica’s eyes light up. “Really? You have a washing machine here?” Casandra asked.

“Yeah, it’s down in the basement next to the dryer. I can just set all of our clothes in a cycle and, boom, we have clothes again!” Sarah said with a smile on her face.

“Great! Really had me worried we’d be stuck like this all night…” Jessica said with a sigh of relief.

Sarah turns around to grab a garbage bag from her counter, rolling her eyes in the process. “Geez, they didn’t even say sorry to Emily for freaking out on her!” Sarah thought to herself. The only one who seemed to not be mad at Emily was Yuri, but given her, she probably loves the chaos something like this brings.

With trash bag in hand, she walks back the pile of clothes and kneels down. She takes one piece of clothing at a time and places it inside the trash bag. The clothes at this point were sticky and damp, with a bit of wine dripping off as she lifts them off the ground. Sarah is surprised by how much wine was soaked into these pieces of clothing like how a sponge would soak up water.

She eventually gets all the clothes inside the garbage bag. And so, with big in hand, she stands up and slings the bag over her shoulder. Sarah can feel the cold, wine soaked clothes against her back, reminding her of her nudity. It dawns on her that her only pair of wearable clothes is inside this bag along with the other’s clothes. Even though she’s been naked for a good majority of the night, the thought that she can just quickly change into clean clothes at the moment worries her.

But, she stays calm, knowing that her and the other girl’s clothes will be available in just an hour or two. The thought of wearing warm clothes over her body once again leaves a smile on her face, but somewhere deep down, she doesn’t mind the cool feeling of freedom tonight’s nudity has given her. But for her and everyone else’s sake, getting these clothes clean is preferable to nudity.

“Alright, I’ll get these clothes in the wash as fast as I can!” Sarah said confidently. She walks by Emily and gives her a small top on her should.

“Don’t worry, just sit back down. Non of this is your fault,” Sarah whispered in Emily’s ear.

“Thanks…” Emily replied, whipping away the small tears in her eyes.

Sarah leaves, walking past the others and down the hall behind Casandra’s seat. This hallway leads to Sarah’s bedroom up stairs, the guest bedroom, and the door leading down to the basement.

Sarah opens the door and looks down the stairs covered in darkness. Like many basements, they off this sense of dread as she looks down the small flight of stairs, only barely seeing the ground floor.

She looks to her left, seeing a light switch. She flicks it on, and the entire basement fills up with an orange colored light. She breathes a sigh of relief as the darkness had completely disappeared.

“Geez, that never gets less terrifying…” Sarah thought to herself.

Sarah casually walks down the small set of stairs before her, with each step causing her breasts to bounce and jiggle like jello on a plate. Sarah never liked going topless because of this. She could feel each bounce weighing against her chest. She takes her free hand and places it up and against her tits, acting like a really shitty bra, but a bra nonetheless.

After making it all the way down the stairs, Sarah walks up to the washing machines. They are your standard washer and dryer, not too fancy but good enough to get the job done.

Sarah opens the lid to the washer, takes the bag full of wet clothes and dumps the all inside. The sound the clothes made when they entered the machine could only be described as a slopping sound, which Sarah thinks is incredibly gross.

She grabs the detergent sitting on top of the washer and dumps a cup full into the detergent spot in the washer. Its bluish purple color reminds her of this dress she bought the other day, which she thought would be great for a first date, if she could get one at least.

With everything ready, she dials the knob for a quick, deep clean and starts the machine.