No

You cling tightly to you boxers, each hand clutching one side of the waistband. “This was your plan, you both just want to get me naked” you complain.

“That’s not true” says Tiffany. “We managed to get out here with our clothes intact!” You look and she’s right. You’re covered in mud and reduced to your shorts and underwear. They’re fully dressed and the only mud is on the bottom of their shoes and on the shreds of your clothing they still hold.

You notice a pond with clean water nearby and get away from the girls to clean yourself off. Sarah is still holding your shirt tightly and you slip out of it and escape, eager to wash to stinky mud off. You notice her closely watching your bare chest as you get into the water.

The water is clean, though your feet stick in mud at the bottom. You consider asking for help, but are unsure if they’ll just take the opportunity to pull your boxers down, stripping you fully naked. You don’t mention you predicament and eventually struggle out of the water. Though you’re clean, your feet are still muddy.

“Ok, give me my shirt back” you ask. You notice that the girls hands are empty of both the scraps of clothing and your shirt. “I rinsed it for you and it’s over...” Sarah starts to say. Then you hear a loud crash in the bushes opposite the warren.