A walk of shame

Leaving the hotel significantly more weary then when you arrived, you timidly play with your hair and try not to notice the stares.

Your tight grey yoga pants, a size too small, reveal every single contour of your hips and ass. The longsleeved white crop top is even worse, again it's a size too small, and this means that it's stretched so thin that your erect nipples can be clearly seen through the cheap cotton.

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{endif}...And of course, there's cum on your hair and face. You wiped what you could off your face with your hand as soon as you were out of the room, but you know that you haven't done a perfect job.

-2 Cum on Face (ml)

And your hair is a lost cause - nothing is getting that jizz out except a shower, bath or swim.

You remember that the suited guys who refused to rescue you, stated that there were people on the high street grabbing women left and right for some kind of 'fuck booth', and you don't particularly fancy being involved in a fuck booth so you went in a different direction, into a park.

Still, in a world where people can apparently do pretty much whatever they want to women whenever they want, you don't imagine that you'll make it far looking like this without attracting the wrong sort of attention. The man never gave you back your phone, either, so you don't even know how to navigate home. You're just in the middle of a city, wearing slutty clothes, and with no possessions, and no knowledge of who you are{if My new name is Maisie == true}except your first name{endif}...

Author's note: Congratulations, this is a good branch to have found your way to! Unfortunately, it's currently a stub, but will be developed in the future. To continue playing for now, you'll have to abandon this dimension.

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