As Trouble would look towards the passing woman. Morene lowered her mirrorshades for only a moment to wink at her...but...Trouble then would notice her yellow, piercing serpentine eyes. More curiousities would come abound if Trouble seeked more into it. Morene leaned against the machine as it vibrated and chugged, washing her clothes. If Trouble looked closer, she'd find herself now next to the petite Daisy and on the other hand, the lovely, figured Morene. But due to the washer and Morene's posistion. It was clearly obvious the woman wasn't really wearing a suitable bra. Her bosom bounced sensually with each vibration sent forth through the machine.