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As a suggestion, might we retcon Violet's room as having a hardwood floor? Would mean the mess could be just wiped up instead of staining carpet, leaving just the stained panties (which Matt seems to have kept as a memento) and the sheets as evidence (which can be easily explained as the bowls tipping over).
Lena panicked as she heard the door open behind her as she stepped into the shower, covering herself with her hands as best she could as she backed into the corner of the shower stall. Seeing Matt, with the sheets bundled up in his arms, rage and disgust played across her mind so she turned her back to him and tried to start washing the shame off of her body.
She yelped lightly as the temperature of the water drastically changed, pinning herself in the corner and scowling at him as she scrubbed at the sheets in the sink. She crossed her arms over her chest as she waited, not that it really mattered with the view he had just had and what he had done, her nipples were still a bit tender from how he had pinched and rolled them around with his fingers. Gasping lightly with disbelief, she listened to the cover story he had concocted to cover up what he had done.
Lena was about to snap back when he stepped into the shower and.... turned his back and apologized... what? What was happening? Awkwardly staring at him for a moment before stiffly turning around to continue washing herself as well. Just what was happening? She had half expected him to try and grab her again when he entered the shower, but instead here she was, showering with the stranger who had just forced himself on her, awkwardly bumping butts every once in while as they washed away the evidence.
She turned around as he stepped out, covering herself as she listened to his apology, her arms slowly lowering to her sides as he went on. She... guessed it was kinda her fault... she had started it by spying on him... and she had been a brat as a kid... but that didn't justify.... I mean yeah, she seen him naked, twice technically if counted the pantsing as a kid, so maybe he had deserved to see... NO!, it didn't work that way... but he seemed a nice guy at the moment, she thought, falling into the trap of any abusive relationship, he had even brought her the swimsuit so she didn't have to sneak back naked into the room. Maybe... maybe he was a nice guy after all and she had just pushed him to far...
"Oh.... okay," she said blankly, still not sure what to say but the rage had left her body.
Turning off the water, she stepped out and and accepted the towel, wrapping it around her body and drying herself down before examining the swimsuit, realizing it was the one she had chosen but dropped on floor before... well... that. It was a string bikini, white, simple but elegant, it was a little more revealing than she would have usually cared for but not anywhere near garish as they yellow, frilly monstrosity that Morgan wore... and WHY DID MORGAN HAVE A BIKINI?! The skirt was one thing... but a itsy bitsy, teeny weeny, yellow polka dot bikini?
Lost in thought again, she took the bottoms off the hanger and slid them up her legs under the towel, turning her back as she dropped the towel to pull on the bikini top. The top was already tied at the front between to the two cups, her breasts hadn't grown from the last time she wore it apparently, she noted, but she gnawed on her lip as she fumbled with the string at back, trying to form the knot.
"Can.... can you tie this up for me?" she sighed with resignation , looking over her shoulder at Matt, "I'll tell Violet you caught me coming out of the walk-in half dressed and panicked, dropping the bowls on the bed."