The pink house

You decide to head for the pink house. You run up the stairs and awkwardly ring the door bell.
After a moment, a young girl who looks to be about 22, answers the door. Seeing your nakedness, she squeals- "Oh my gosh!" She runs off around the corner.

"Um.. Hello?" you say, unsure what to do, standing at the threshold of the door.

An older woman, whom you can only assume to be the girl's mother, comes up.

"Oh for heaven's sake, don't stand there, it's cold out."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare your daughter," you say apologetically.

"Oh, whatever, you can explain all that in a bit, just come on in, you're letting all the heat out."

You enter the breezeway. There is a stairwell in front of you heading to the second floor. The living room is to the left, lit up with all pink lights. The dining room you see to your right.

Your hands cover your crotch. Seeing your discomfort, she yells to her daughter.

"Emily, run upstairs and get some of your father's old clothes for this young man."

Emily comes back down, awkwardly trying to avoid eye contact with you, while still somewhat curious. She's tall and skinny, with long blonde hair and big beady eyes. She looks innocent, but maybe is concealing a hidden wild side.

"Bathroom's past the dining room on the left." The woman says. "I'm Amelia, by the way."