The Florida room...

Mrs. Henderson offered Chelsea her cookies, and Chelsea nibbled on them, hoping to escape this awkward situation ASAP and get her clothes.

"Well, you never struck me as someone so bold as to go outside in your birthday suit!" Mrs. Henderson observed.

"Haha, yeah..." Chelsea chuckled nervously.

"This isn't the best neighborhood for that, though," Mrs. Henderson shrugged, "here, follow me."

Chelsea staggered up and stood, following Mrs. Henderson to her back porch, which she noticed was covered in a screen.

"Come, dear," the neighbor led her to a towel she had laid on the deck, "now you can get your tan for however long you would like, with peace and quiet."

Chelsea looked around the backyard through the screens and saw that it indeed was sheltered by trees. Not wanting to be rude, Chelsea sat down and laid her naked body on the towel, not knowing how long she'd be here.