Her dress

"Now what?", asked one of them while clearly checking out the clothing she still had on her, something that made Vanessa shudder. Surely they wouldn't go further than this.

"Well, that mirror she was cleaning when we arrived still looks quite dirty, and I know the perfect towel to scrub it clean", the leader said, and the other two understood her. One of them moved her hands above, immobilizing her.

The other two then started to remove the black dress she had been wearing under her blazer. Fed up, Vanessa tried her best to struggle, determined to not lose another $700 piece of clothing to these girls. However, they were much stronger than here, and despite her trying her best, she was soon left with only a rather revealing bra, her expensive dress in the hands of the smirking leader.

Vanessa blushed as she felt humiliated being so exposed in front of three unrully teens, but could only glare as the two once again her her in position, watching as the leader slowly sauntered over to the incredibly filthy mirror.

Slowly, she started using the black dress to scrub away the filfth she had been struggling to deal with when they had arrived, sometimes using water to help the process. It was undeniable that she was cleaning the mirror, but at the cost of her incredibly expensive dress being used like a dirty rag.

After some time, the mirror was mostly clean, but the dress looked like it had been dragged on the mud for hours. It was then that it was dropped on her feet.

"Now, put your dress and blazer back on, can't have our new plaything arrested for indecent exposure, now can we?", the leader asked, and while Vanessa was worried she called her a 'new plaything', she was more concentrated on how grossed out she felt looking at the clothes they were telling her to put on.