Day two...

Larxene blinked a few times, shifting, slowly waking up. She'd had such an odd dream, something about a game, and a mortifying ordeal, being naked in-

She shifted, slowly becoming aware that there was a lot in contact with her skin. Just her skin. No muted sensations, no feel of her uniform or, well, anything. She was lying on her side, head resting on one arm reaching up, and the other arm draped loosely over her abdomen.

It felt like asphalt. Huh. When had she- hell, why would she sleep on... it felt like a road. Frowning, Larxene shifted.

"Waky wakey."

Namine's voice brought it all back. Larxene's blue-green eyes went from drowsy to wide open, jerking upright as she caught a glimpse of uncovered pale skin in her peripheral vision. She shrieked, panicked, rolling back until she was sat up and hugging her knees to her chest, shaking too much to move.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, not a dream. She was-

Larxene shrieked again. She was on the crossing, the same ridiculously busy one she'd glimpsed the other side.

She shuffled, cheeks of her ass dragging along the ground; realising she wasn't getting anywhere fast she steeled herself and pushed up to her feet. She ran as quickly as she could to what seemed to be a narrower alley, arms over her front, hyperaware of how she must look.

The contrast couldn't be any more stark. A nude, pale-skinned blonde in amongst the mix of fashions of the packed crowd of people, a sea perpetually walking over the crossing. Bare shoulders stood out over the top, and a firm ass automatically drew attention.

How the hell had she even gotten here?! The last thing she remembered, she was in the shop, hiding as best she could.

And then Larxene crashed into a wall; vague hexagons became visible for a few instants before fading again.

A barrier. Fuck. She squealed, whirling around; there was plainly no use running that way. Swiftly adjusting one arm as she realised a pink nipple had snuck into view, she sidestepped, keeping her back to a building.

Namine walked up closer to her, perfectly casually.

"Morning sleepyhead," Namine said.

Larxene bit her lip to avoid an embarrassing response. As if anything could be more embarrassing than this.

"What happened?!" Larxene said, eventually settling for it.

She squirmed, nervously pressing her legs together, trying to ensure her lower hand stayed in place.

"Must've fallen asleep," Namine said. "Woke up here. You don't need to cover up when it's just me any more, I already saw everything while you were napping."

Larxene flushed deeper. Oh god, she didn't need to be reminded of that.

She hadn't been able to cover up when she'd been asleep, and of course Namine had woken up first. Laying on her side, one arm draped just under her tits, leaving both of them in view. Even her pussy completely exposed, on top of her behind. Namine had just been sitting there, staring, knowing exactly how mortifying this was for her former captor.

Larxene couldn't quite suppress a whimper.

"We were inside," Larxene said slowly.

"That was yesterday," Namine said.

"Day one's over?" Larxene said. "We did do the mission. Guess that's all."

"Then we wake up for the next one," Namine said. "Just six more days of this."

Larxene yelped; 'just' six, right. Six more days of being stark naked in a stupidly busy city without knowing who could or couldn't see her, and the only places she could actually go inside and stop being out in the open were places where everyone could see her.

And barriers that apparently just popped up to stop her going anywhere. Namine had mentioned something about them, but running into one was new.

Then the pouch around her hip shuddered suddenly; Namine looked down, Larxene's cheeks blazing all the more at just how close the girl's gaze was to a substantially more private sight.

"That'll be the mission for today," Namine said. "What is it?"

Larxene bit her lip. Damn the brat. She squirmed, soon realising Namine still wasn't going to look away.

Flashing her tits for a mortifying few seconds, Larxene pulled her phone out of the pouch once more, before pressing her arm over her pink nipples again, covering up as best she could while still holding the phone at an angle she could see. The curve of the underside of her tits stayed visible.

How did this thing work again? Right, click there, and there...

Her hand prickled; Larxene almost dropped the phone, grateful that she managed to keep hold of it. She did not want to bend down.

Huh; she glimpsed a few numerals on her palm, behind the phone. So she did have a timer after all, that made this official.

"Well?" Namine said.

"Give me a second!" Larxene snapped, voice high.

Six more days of nudity. She could do this... right?