Not as many as she expected.

Clara continued her trek across the arid landscape, wearing nothing but boots and a backpack; nothing else covered her pale skin, which was exposed to the sun—though, fortunately, she had already applied sunscreen to avoid any issues.

The sensation of her exposed body was interesting; while not exactly arousing, she appreciated the improved temperature regulation that came from not wearing sweaty or heat-trapping clothes.

She could feel her nipples hardening, but recognizing it as a new sensation, she didn't give it much thought. She also noticed the abundant growth of her pubic hair—naturally, she hadn't trimmed it during all those days of walking.

Come to think of it, she hadn't even taken a proper bath; she had only used wipes to keep the grime at bay. Still, she didn't think she smelled *that* bad. She paused to sniff her armpit and realized the odor was rather strong, prompting her to consider finding a river or something similar for a wash.

But given her current location, that wasn't an option for the moment, so she kept walking. With every step, she was grateful she had kept her boots for this long journey.

Gradually, walking naked in the open air began to feel good; it gave her a sense of freedom that lifted her spirits. She wasn't exactly proud of it, but she didn't hate the feeling, either.

About an hour of walking passed, and Clara grew increasingly annoyed at not seeing a single car on the road. Had she known, she might have reconsidered the idea of ​​stripping down—and, in fact, she was close to regretting it.

Yet, she remained firm in her decision to cast aside decency.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for her to spot a car approaching in the distance, prompting her to stop immediately. Clara could feel the hair on her arms stand on end from the nervousness of being seen, yet she didn't back down.

Smiling, she paused and extended her arm to hitch a ride; she was confident it would work—a belief confirmed when the car pulled up right beside her.

But the stop lasted only a moment before the vehicle drove off, speeding away within seconds. Left bewildered, she took a moment to reflect, then simply sighed in anger.

They had stopped only to take photos of her body.

Annoyed, she continued on her way—disappointed but not defeated by the first encounter. After all, there would be more chances to catch a ride... or perhaps to be raped—a terrifying possibility she hadn't considered.

Whichever came first.