Don't pick it up.*

You refuse. If you bend over, someone's going to see something they shouldn't for sure! However, Alison seems displeased. With a sigh, she leans down and picks it up herself before gently laying a hand on your shoulder.

"Oh my dear, Jane. All you had to listen to what I told you. I told you to do that, didn't I? No matter what, I said. Yet here we are. You, behaving. Tsk tsk." She wiggles her finger at you.

You apologize but plead for forgiveness. You couldn't just bend over like that.

"You're no fun. Just for that, we're going to walk around down a _whole_ lot more. I was going to bring you somewhere safe, but nope. Not any more. I'm going to make you miss your panties so much that you'll never wear a skirt again in your life."

She takes her fingers and caresses the bottom edge of your skirt, threatening to tug it up with a gentle swaying movement. How can you possibly get out of this one?