Mary's flush deepened but she knew by now not to argue with him there. She usually thought she had pretty decent self esteem when it came to her body image, but she still never thought she looked as good as he seemed to think she did.
Mary turned her back to the door once she heard him shuffling around, she stepped out of her skirt first, it had taken the most water and her legs were still a little goosebumped. She peeled her shirt up over her head and let it it drop at her feet, her bra and then panties followed before she pulled on her pjs, one of her dad's old shirts and a pair of satiny shorts. The mansion was warm enough that she'd be alright now that she was mostly dry.
She gathered up both of their clothes, and carried them from the room carefully. It took a few minutes to get to the laundry room and start up the dryer, but it was only a few minutes before the small load had dried. She folded them roughly and went back to the room, figuring Stevie was probably already waiting. She knocked a little before pushing the door open just enough to slip in. "All dry." she announced, her eyes closed, just in case. She still wasn't quite sure why, it just felt like they should be.