Not quite swimmingly. More like sprintingly.

Melissa and company headed towards the restrooms, but before they could reach them, they encountered another content creator - a tall, athletic guy.

"Hey, it's TravelBro!" Chaz exclaimed. "What's up, man?"

As they chatted, Melissa tried to use Chaz's shirt to cover herself, tugging it down as far as possible. She felt exposed and **** as TravelBro's eyes kept darting to her bare legs. "Hey, what's up with the girl?"

Chaz noticed and grinned. "Oh yeah, Melissa here is helping us with some content. I know she's dressed crazy right now."

Before she could respond, Chaz turned his camera to focus on how much of her legs was left exposed. Melissa mentally squirmed.

Suddenly, mall security approached, looking stern. "Excuse me, but you can't be in here without proper attire. You'll need to leave."

"Whoa," TravelBro said, backing away.

Chaz didn't hesitate. "Run!" he yelled, taking off with Joan close behind.

Melissa froze for a split second, then realized she had to follow. She let go of the hem of Chaz's shirt, exposing herself even more as she sprinted after the group. Her heart raced as she ran through the mall, acutely aware of the wind running through her vulva, and the shocked stares of other shoppers.

As they ran, Melissa felt a mix of panic and exhilaration. Part of her was mortified at being so exposed in public, but in this case, thrust into a situation of running from authority, she felt the thrill of there being no turning back. She wasn't quite laughing to the exit though as she panted and dodged around corners and they and weaved through crowds.

Finally, they burst out of an exit into the parking lot, gasping for air. Melissa bent over, hands on her knees, trying to catch her breath. Her red hair draped over the back of the shirt and over her face as she saw the security guard give them the evil eye and retreat into the mall. She suddenly realized the shirt had ridden up, fully exposing her lower half. She quickly tugged it back down.

"That was wild! How was the shaky cam, chat?" Chaz whooped, still filming. "You okay, Melissa?"

She nodded, still panting. "Yeah... I think so."

As the adrenaline faded, Melissa remembered the clothes they'd bought. "Wait, what about...?"