...Then she runs into her teacher.

Amaya moved a branch away from her path, ducking into a hole in the college’s fence. “And to think she had the nerve to try and trick me into going somewhere else. She knows that I know about the secret exit. No one should be around here, not even- Professor Esposto?”

“Amaya? What in the blazes are you doing here?” Amaya had the misfortune of running into her Physics teacher. A bald man with circular glasses and an old-timey pipe on his fingers. “What happened to your clothes, girl? Don’t tell me you started doing one of those banal social media challenges?”

Amaya’s eyes were as wide as the sun above, sirens blaring on her head as her mind entered Red Alert. She quickly hugged her chest, trying to cover her hairless groin by slightly lifting her leg. “N-no, professor.”

“Then, hmm, judging by your bedraggled appearance... Please don’t tell me you were fooling around on the campus grounds. I thought you were better than this.”

Amaya winced. She was better than that! She needed to come up with an excuse that didn’t leave the professor thinking she was an even bigger idiot than she was. Or heaven’s forbid, a pervert. But what could she say? That someone stole her clothes after a catfight? That would be a good way to get pity at the cost of what little respect he had left for her.

What would a respectful student do? Well, study, of course. But what kind of class would require their students to lose their clothes to understand their subject matter? Amaya sighed. She had an answer. “N-no professor, you got it all wrong. This is a… an anthropology experiment.”

“Come again?”

“Yes, I, err, to better understand how early man, or woman, I guess, adapted to their environment, I, err, did a little test by taking off my clothes and seeing what could I do to, arhm, see what ways I could think to alleviate my exposure to the elements. It’s all in the n-name of knowledge, I assure you. I’m sorry you had to see me like this. Please forget this ever happened.”

As if she was talking to a king, Amaya bowed her head to her teacher. The man blew a puff of smoke out of his pipe before sighing. “I can’t say I approve of such “innovative” study techniques. You can’t be naked on Campus, Miss Momoco, so please go retrieve your clothes and continue this experiment from the privacy of your dorm.”

“Y-yes sir, right away!” Amaya saw a brick building to her left. Her only decent exit from the awkward encounter. “I, erm, left them inside the building… S-see you Tuesday!”

“Yes. Although hopefully, I’ll be seeing a lot less of you, Miss Momoco.”

Event: Your Former Teacher

While streaking, you encounter your former teacher or school principal, who is taken aback by your bold display of freedom. (As Amaya is a college student, I opted to change it to being her current proffessor.)

Effect: Lose 3 DP as you face a stern lecture.