You feel your self tightly wrapped up the the bundle of sticky stinky clothes. Gaging and trying to find some pocket of fresh air you hear the door burst open and your world rock and shake. "Oh gosh I can't let my cute Tutor think I'm like some type of super slob!" Cassy had seemingly been told of your arrival but not that you were allready in her room.
The big blond rapidly decended the stairs two as a time before yeeting the ball of dirty laundry into a basket. It took you some time for your gut to finally catch up with the rest of you as you were able to slide out from a pant leg and land infront of the basket. Look up you see several.baskets with names attached to them. You were in a basement laundry room with three washer and three dryers lining the walls.
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