Lacey doth protest

Sam got up to go to the lavatory, which was conveniently located behind everything. She quickly regretted this decision after she saw a few camera flashes on the way to relieve herself. After a good minute, she got out to more plane paparazzi and passed by Lacey's seat. She knew Lacey didn't have a backpack, but saw her clothes underneath the seat. The tan athletic blonde squatted down to pick the pile up.

"Hey!" Lacey intervened.

"Alright then, missy, where's my stuff?!"

Lacey sighed and gave Sam the barf bag. Sam opened it up and saw the shreds of fabric. They seemed rather useless, but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Hah, thanks loser!" She said as she took both Lacey's pile and her bag. She was about to scamper off back to her seat when she felt a hand rub her toned back. She turned around and was about to lay some hands when she saw that the hand belonged to...