You're fast...but Tammy is faster

You dive off the couch towards your clothes, but Tammy gets there first. Pushing you over, Tammy scoops up your clothes, and before you can stop her, runs outside onto the street. Winded, you climb to your feet in time to see Tammy stuffing your clothes and shoes inside a garbage bag on the sidewalk.

"What the hell, Tammy?!" you cry when she returns.

"That's better," she smiles at you, trying not to laugh. "Here's the deal: if you do everything I say, I'll give you some clothes to wear. Of course, you know where your actual clothes are, and you're welcome to go and collect them at any time. But the trash is due to be collected in a few hours, so I wouldn't take too long!"

She took yet another picture of you: stark naked, shivering, with your hands protecting your modesty.

"Now: do we have a deal?"