She strips

Sydney sighed heavily, getting Elvis's guitar was very important, she couldn't let it fall into the wrong hands. If stripping naked helped her get it back than her work was more important than her vanity. She grabbed the hem of her tank top and whipped it off quickly and threw it in with her her white shirt. She could see everyone looking at her over exposed cleavage incased in her bra. She crouched down and untied the laces off her boots and stepped out of them and her socks before throwing it in the machine. She undid her belt and bent forward a bit to take off her pants. She silently swore as she could see people behind her not bothering to hide their stares at her panty clad butt.

After throwing in the pants she looked at the man, a hopeful look on her face that that was enough clothing to put in the machine. He shook his head at her, and she groaned in response.

Sydney felt numb. This situation somehow managed to escalate to this ridiculous level. She looked out to the crowd and could almost feel all their eyes recording her every move. Her blush deepened as she saw a few security cameras aimed at her. Her shaky hands then grasped the back of her bra. She unclasped it and felt her bra straps go slack. Her face was burning with humiliation.

She let the straps fall down her shoulders to her arms before grabbing the front and pulling it off. Her small breasts were now exposed to everyone. She felt the air on her nipples for and realized how rigid they were, she desperately wanted to cover herself but she needed two hands for the last part.

She tried to ignore the stares as she tucked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. Sydney shuddered as she remembered that she shaved last night. She took a deep breath and pulled her underwear down. She pushed it past her knees before dropping it down to her ankles. Her hairless sex had made its debut. She crouched down and picked them and threw it into the machine. She inserted a few coins into the machine and she heard the cycle staring leaving her to stand before 30 people, naked as the day she was born for at least an hour. The crowd let out a cheer, a a few whistles at her but she tried her best to drown them out as she covered her breasts with one arm and placed her other hand between her legs.

The man appeared satisfied at what she'd done and turned around and walked back to the desk. She'd hoped that everyone would go back to doing their own laundry but most of them kept making quick glances at her every few moments.