Yes, clothes are optional

Nodding to her, you climb out of bed and follow her out of Mike's bedroom.

Passing the upstairs bathroom, you hesitate as you realize the state you're in: apart from the bedhead and grungy appearance, you're stark naked, and your softening member is dripping with cum.

You catch up to your nude friend and embrace her from behind. "Hey, Anne? I'm kind of making a mess...shouldn't we take a shower?"

She shrugs, pressing her butt against you. "Nobody's gonna care. Besides, you'll be dirty again in no time. Who knows how many sluts you're gonna be ramming yourself into on the way to the doctor's office? Hell, knowing you, you'll probably be fucking me again in a few minutes, so that'd defeat the whole purpose. If whores like me brave the outside world with layers of cum across their body, why can't you handle this? You scared, big man?"

Her playful, teasing attitude definitely hasn't changed. She smiles as she wiggles her torso in your arms, trying to escape your hold. "Hurry up, would you? You're gonna make me die of hunger if you keep this up!"