She tries to get her clothes.

"Listen," Heather says, "I think I need to go."

She tries to exit up the stairs while covering up.
She has to go slow, however, as she doesn't want to slip.

"Sure- I'll get your robe."

You get up quickly and cover the distance to the bench near the wall.

She makes it halfway and then sees failure in front of her.

You hold her robe and towel...and then set them down.
You sit right on top of them.

"On second thought, it is nice in here. Let's stay."

Heather blushes all over.

She can barely cover her big tits.
You can see a small bush escaping between the gaps in her fingers on the other hand.

"I'm sorry...about earlier. I was...under lots of stress.
Just...give me my things."

You smile and shake your head.

"Not just yet. I'm in charge right now- understood."
Heather nods nervously.
"So...here's what I want..."