After a brief pause, Betty began to wash Michael's underwear, her cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.
She scrubbed his underwear with more force than necessary, and once she regained her composure, she seemed to harbor some resentment towards herself.
It's funny how contradictory humans can be.
She spent a long time washing Michael's underwear, unsure if she wanted to make them extra clean for Michael or if she simply wanted to prolong her contact with them.
Once Betty had finished washing all the clothes, she retreated to her room to rest.
Meanwhile, Michael stretched lazily, a satisfied smile on his face.
He was quite pleased with tonight's achievements.
Not only had he confirmed the existence of the surveillance system, but he had also gained control over it.
Most importantly, he had confirmed something about Betty's attitude.