Awkward and buzzed

Sheryl tried to ignore her wardrobe problems and just enjoy herself, but it was impossible. All she had on was a makeshift skirt of paper towels and a way too tight white tank top. Sure, she appreciated her fit body, but she didn't want everyone seeing all of it! She had to shuffle carefully, or else risking flashing her ass or crotch. Everyone was staring, laughing or subtly snapping photos, increasing her embarrassment.

So, wound up, embarrassed and awkward, Sheryl ended up rather sulkily drinking against the wall. She was on her fourth beer and starting to feel a decent buzz, trying to distract herself from her embarrassing situation.

"Hey Sheryl!" Sheryl turned to see Frank approaching. He looked decently in his cups as well. "Looking fit!"

"Uh, thanks..." Sheryl blushed, knowing her bare limbs and a great deal of her muscular flesh was visible, more than she wanted.

"Still up for that dead lift contest?" Frank asked.

Sheryl groaned in annoyance. He always was pestering her about this, ever since she claimed she could outlift him.

"Not really." Sheryl said. "I really just want to find some clothes..."

"Well how about this," Frank grinned. "If you lift more than me, I'll give you something to wear? Sound like a fair deal?"

"Well, yes!" Sheryl agreed. She wanted clothes desperately, and in her buzzed state, she wasn’t considering the possible bad outcomes...