How does she want to go about this?

Olivia worked hard at cramming all of her dirty laundry into the washer. Holding piles of clothing to her bare skin, cramming it into the small machine, and gingerly prodding to keep any loose garments from falling immediately to the floor. It was overloaded, and her bedding alone was going to make using the dryers a pain in the ass. However, she only had so many quarters to spare, and she knew that the archaic dryers were going to take a couple of rounds regardless of how soaked through her clothes came out. She set her empty basket down, and spoke to herself while nudging the washer door closed,

"I guess I could take some of the bedding out? Or maybe just do half a load today and go out for some more change tomorrow morning? But then, what did i drag everything down here for in the first place? I guess its a little fun doing it this way, makes for a funny story later on..."

Olivia paced around the room, arms crossed over her breasts, as she slowly tried to relax herself. Her hand grazed over her nipple, then doubled back over intentionally. Almost absentmindedly, she was feeling up her chest in the middle of the room. After a moment, she remembered the space she was in, and hastily stopped touching and simply covered her body with her arms.

"Jesus, I'm starting to get ahead of myself here. I need to just make a call and stick with it. If I plan to keep any of that up I should hurry up."