Tidy up.

"You should tidy this place up"
"You're right I should." she agrees as she drops to her hands and knees and begins picking up litter and discarded clothing from off the floor. You spend the next hour watching Lois scrub every inch of her house, mostly you watch her bend over in her tight black pants and the peek of her white underwear emerging from the waistband. Once it gets to an acceptable level she looks at you, her white formally blouse covered in dust and dirt, "Is it clean enough now?"