No

Kara glared at the man, absolutely disgusted by his offer. She stood up, clutching her robe tight as she made a beeline for the door. Dean stood up, beginning to follow her. "Kara, just think about it for a moment." "I've thought plenty. Answer's no." With that, she stepped out of the doorway and slammed the door in Dean's face. She took a heavy breath, and began to walk off, before she was stopped.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." The bathrobe had caught it's edge on the door on her way out, and was now firmly stuck in place. Kara yanked on it from every angle she could think of, but it wouldn't budge. She sighed, knocking on the door, reconsidering Dean's offer.

No answer. She knocked again, more rapidly and louder. She tried every rhythm she could think of to rap on the door, but Dean never came to answer. She sighed, nearly breaking into a silent sob. There was an easy way to get free, she knew, but it meant losing the robe, the only thing she had to her name. No way in hell was she giving that up.

She spent the next hour alternating between knocking on the door and pulling on the robe, but she made no progress. At last, she collapsed to the floor. Sitting down was uncomfortable on the pavement, and it left her ass and pussy exposed to anyone looking, but she couldn't bear to stand any longer. Finally, she decided her one option left was what she dreaded. She gulped, and prepared to face the music.

Leaving the robe behind, she cupped her breasts in her hands and wandered back onto the road.