She makes it without being seen.

Abby crept through the hallway, her left arm pressed firmly over her breasts, her fingers intertwined to conceal her nakedness, while her other hand instinctively covered her crotch, shielding her most **** area from potential exposure. Her palms pressed against her skin, warm and gentle, as she shielded herself from potential prying eyes. She moved with deliberate slowness, her eyes darting back and forth, scanning for any sign of movement.

As she reached the basement door, she slipped through, closing it softly behind her. She descended the creaky stairs, the dim lighting enveloping her, providing a sense of security. She approached the washer, her heart beating with anticipation, expecting to see the cycle almost over if not complete. But as she peered at the display, her eyes widened in horror.