Amy starts the road home looking for something to wear

“Look Pa, that girl is starkers!”

“Don’t stare at the pervert, Jimothy.”

“Ah!” Amy squealed, raising one of her legs to hide her crotch. “T-this is bad. I need something to wear. Maybe I can find a towel or…” A small piece of fabric sticking out of the sand caught Amy’s attention. Digging it up, she found a small apron with the phrase “Kiss the Cook” emblazoned on it. “I guess it’s better than nothing?”

Hanging the apron around her neck, Amy realized it barely reached down at her crotch, the smallest of movements could threaten to expose her groin. It was also so thin a garment that it almost didn’t conceal her nipples. Amy was sure that she had seen her areolas peeking out on more than one occasion. What the apron didn’t cover at all, however, was her backside.

To call herself decent would be an insult to the meaning of the word, but it was the best she could find. With a hot blush burning in her cheeks and her hand hovering over her butt, Amy started making her way down the beach towards the secret police hideout they had rented for the sting operation.

Makeshift Cover Item: Apron

A small apron with the phrase "cook the chef" emblazoned on it.

Effect: Avoid losing 1 DP per event. Breakdown Movement Roll: 1,3,6

Amy tried to adjust the apron as she walked, never fully comfortable with how little the garment covered her. Luckily, a dense fog rolled into the bay, helping her move undetected at the cost of knowing where she was going.

“Ow!” Amy screamed, jumping on one foot as the other had crashed into a chair. “Who leaves a chair in the middle of the …beach?! Wait, I’m not on the beach anymore. Where am I?” Sidestepping the furniture, Amy failed to notice that her apron got caught in a loose nail sticking from the back of the chair.

The knot tying the apron together slowly came undone, and the garment fell to the floor with Amy being none the wiser about it. A strong gust of wind blew across the coast, blowing away the fog and the apron with it.

“Ack,” Amy put her hands down her waist to keep the apron from flying up, only to grab a handful of her thigh instead. “W-where is the apron, what happened?!” The fog slowly dissipated, and Amy’s surroundings became clear. She could no longer see her apron. She was standing naked on the promenade next to a fountain.

Amy´s Movement Roll: 3. She loses the apron and 2 DP.