Peak out

You poke your head out from the dirty jerseys and shorts, a pair of socks sitting on the top of your head as you look around. Thankfully, the lockers are now empty.

"Sweet," you say, pulling yourself out from the mass of clothing and hopping out onto the tiles.

With your collection of panties in your pocket, you hurry out of the locker room and out of the gym to the cool night air, no one in sight.

Time to go find the lads and claim your prize.