Trying to butter Jane up to the Chippendales party, Jazz had offered to help her out at work by bringing laundry down to be washed. Granted, yes, it was her own laundry, but hey, it was the thought that counted right?
With the washers spinning and her mission mostly accomplished, she wondered off to find something to keep her occupied while she waited.
She hadn't expected to find something quite so fascinating just down the hall, but she wasn't knocking it as she settled in the doorway.