She wants Anna to streak the hallways.

"Do a little run around the top floor."

Anna blushed, and leaned back. "W-what?"

"You're being so fearless, so if you done one more big thing, we'll help you out," Liza explained.

The suggestion made Anna's jaw drop. "I... I can't just... it would be easier for me to get my clothes back myself..." The thought was dizzying. Around the entire top floor? Without so much as a sock? Anna retreated into her bathroom stall.

"Hey come on, don't be too scared," Liza smirked. "You look like you're more interested in a little fun than you are in our help. You're absolutely dripping!"

Anna's cheeks burned at that comment, prompting her to squeeze her intimates tighter as if it debated her claim. Instead, she heard a barley audible squeak as her hand defended her slippery lips. It was the truth, she got herself in this situation on purpose.

"I... I wasn't..."

"U-um," Samantha cleared her throat as she held her phone. "W-we have about ten minutes left before lunch ends."

"That's plenty of time! Come on, one lap around the top floor. It'll be fun!" Liza said, reaching for Anna's wrist.