"S-strip?" The smell of smoke and weed didn't bother her too much. The mess didn't bother her, neither did the style of clothes. It was being stripped down and exposing her body to someone else that made her blush.
She missed catching the towel and bent down to pick it up. Afterwards, she peeled off her skirt and shirt, then stopped. She had a few old scars, quite obviously cigarette burns once used on her, and looked at Roxy. Shivering and shaking from the cold as her wet, white bra and too-small panties were now transparent, she decided to ask, "S-should I take off my bra and panties too, miss?"