It's too much

"I think... I think I'm just gonna go," Supergirl finally said, turning and fleeing from the guard.

As she ran from the center, her mind flashed with embarrassment. She'd been exposed to the crowd and then the guard staring up her skirt. It was all too much.

She continued to run, along the queue, her skirt barely covering her butt, several of the crowd staring as she did, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and thanks to your powers a little something else.

Supergirl slowed her run, moving at a more sensible pace as she felt wetness between her legs. How was she turned on by the exposure? Her mind reeled slightly as she felt her skirt, rising slightly as she moved, feeling the breeze on the lowest part of her arse cheeks.

Quickly she smoothed the skirt, trying to tug it down, but somehow it felt shorter than before, barely offering any cover.

She bite her lip as she drew closer to the end of the queue, suddenly having no idea where she was going.