Not much other choice...

Page shuffled her way to the commons. She had to wait for Jodie to hopefully find her. She had hand hand steadying the belt acting as the smallest, stiffest mini skirt, and her other arm keeping the necklace of fabric down over her chest. She stood beside a pillar. If she was far in a corner, she may not be seen by Jodie, but she wanted her behind covered. As she walked, she saw people looking up from their drinks and their conversations. There was someone with nothing covering their butt. Or their back. It was a distracting sight.

She pressed her back against the pillar. If she sat down, any wrong slight movement of her legs would reveal herself. Of course, standing it could be just as bad. She took to standing, though. Sitting was less noticeable, and she was trying to be noticed. By one person. Not the rest. Still, the rest of the eyes watched her.

One family walked by her, with a young boy moving closer to her as they went by. He tilted his head as if to try and look up her belt. Page already had her hand in front of her crotch, but still lifted her leg in the way of his view, and the boy was grabbed her his mother and pushed onward. Page noticed that by lifted her leg, it lifted the whole belt. Her hand was still in the way, but it felt yet more revealing, her hand pressed directly against her lips.

They were still wet. It was not long ago she was near orgasm. She shifted the belt into place and moved her fingers from it, afraid. She felt the wetness along her inner thigh more prominently.

"There you are!" Page heard. She looked and saw Jodie approaching. Jodie was already dressed in civilian clothes, a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She looked Page up and down. "Holy shit."

"Please help." Page whispered.

Jodie nodded, "Uh, I'll get a towel. The towels are just over here. Um. Wait a sec." Jodie ran off, almost spilling someone's drink along the way. All the commotion drew more eyes to Page. She saw the whole room was staring at her. Her grip tightened around her chest and crotch. Her fingers pressed hard against her mound as if to not let anything to be whisked away.

"Here!" Jodie ran back with the towel. She opened it as she ran to wrap around Page, and Page began to transfer her hands to grab it, but Jodie fell. She had knocked a chair slightly out of place on her way out and tripped her way back in. She fell to the ground, and the towel landed between them. Already reaching for it, Page felt herself exposed as her hand left her tiny skirt and top. She reached down, bent, and grabbed it. There was a small gasp, and she knew why as she quickly wrapped the towel around herself. Nothing was covering her butt - she just revealed everything to those behind her. To those to her side, her top would have leaned forward again, farther this time, with no question that it covered nothing.

She ran. Jodie was behind her. "Sorry! Hey, you alright? What happened?"