Try the garden

Leaving her panties sat there in the bush, Sophie continues to tug down the hem of her shirt, liking back at the house behind her. There no real sign of movement, and you push a thought into her head.

It's a nice day, perfect for hanging laundry on the line.

Slowly Sophie begins to edge her way towards the house, constantly checking the street begins her over her shoulder, before finally reaching the thin path that leads out into the back garden.

Casting one last glance over her shoulder she makes her way down the path, emerging into the garden beyond.