Your partner in crime steps up

You were on the verge of panic. It was only a matter of time before Jennifer stepped out of the bathroom, and you know the only clothes she had going in were lingerie, and those partially covered in your spunk. Is it possible to fix the situation with Marcus before she steps out?

However, before you even have a chance to come up with a plan or even do more than babble bullshit at Marcus, the door opened and out strode Jennifer. You could barely look, and braced for the impact... but. What? She was wearing sweatpants? When did she get those? She stared at the two of you and, with an exaggerated cry, shouted "Oh my god, Dustin! I thought you were asleep!" and covered herself up with her hands.

Oh! You remembered! The first time she took a shower today, she went in with sweatpants and came out with just a towel! She must have left them in there! Talk about good luck!

"No no no!" Marcus soothed her fake outrage. "I woke him up! Don't be mad at him!"

At his words, she began to visibly calm. "Well, I need to change into something presentable. Close your eyes, Dustin!"

"Actually." He interrupted her and held her close before whispering into her ear.

"What?" She asked. "Are you sure? I didn't know you were into that."

"It's true. You're so beautiful, I want to see you all the time, but I don't want you to feel like y--"

"Okay." She interrupted. "I don't want to wear anything in my own house, anyway. They're such a pain." She immediately stripped down to nothing and threw her clothes haphazardly back into the bathroom.

Marcus's eyes suddenly went wide in shock! "Jennifer! I was expecting a _little _bit of restraint! Maybe at least put on som-"

At this point, you interrupt him. "No need to shout. This is getting a bit heated. You two should go to the bedroom to work out the specifics." As they turned away, you breathed a sigh of relief at another disaster narrowly avoided. So you spirit away the soiled clothed in the bathroom to your room, and collapse in rest.