Surely though Alex will be left naked now?

Of course!

As Alex moved forward, the tattered remnants of her bra caught on a jagged branch, the fabric tearing with a soft ripping sound. The bra hung suspended, swaying gently in the breeze like a flag of surrender. Alex, oblivious to her new exposure, continued her stride, the weight of her breasts now free under the open air. The man's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat as he took in the sight. His grip on the panties tightened, the fabric crumpling in his hand as his mind raced with the implications.

The man's fingers closed around the bra like a vice, the frayed edges biting into his palm. The cups, tattered and worn, framed the remnants of gold hearts, now dulled by dust and time. He could almost see Alex's nipples swaying freely, the image searing itself into his mind. The squirrels around him erupted into a chorus of chirps, their eyes gleaming with a knowing intensity. The bold one on his shoulder leaned in, its breath hot against his ear, as if urging him onward. His grip on the panties tightened further, the fabric crumpling in his hand as his thoughts spiralled into darker, more primal desires. His desire was now walking stark naked in the street, without a care in the world.

The man's fingers trembled with anticipation as he clutched the tattered remnants of Alex's clothing. The squirrels around him seemed to sense his growing excitement, their chirps rising to a fever pitch. The bold one on his shoulder nipped at his ear, as if urging him forward. He took a deep breath, the scent of her lingering on the fabric filling his nostrils, and began to move towards her.