They trust their new guide

“W-well, why don’t we try trusting someone for a change? Can’t end worse than our stint with the nuns.” Annie shrugs. I rub my sore bottom out of instinct. My brain runs a hundred different scenarios that could end worse than the convent, but what are the chances that we end up naked on the town’s stocks? So we decide to follow the boy.

Surprisingly, the boy is true to what I assume his word is. He guides us across the nooks and crannies of the town while avoiding other people. The few times where there is someone else in our way, he goes to talk to them as a distraction while we keep moving. Although I’m suspicious that we are not taking the shortest route to wherever we are going, it certainly seems like we are going in circles with all the twists and turns we end up walking.

Finally, we enter through the backdoor of a stone building. The place is dark, the floor’s dusty, but I can make out… is it a sheath? A dress? In any case, it was something I can wear. Before I can grab it, Marco steps in front of me.

He rubs his thumb and index finger together. “Il pagamento! Moneta! Euro!!”

Annie and I look at each other, we show Marco our empty hands. “Sorry boy, we don’t have anything to pay you with.”

Luca seems to understand, for he pondered the dilemma. However, he soon got an idea. “Baciami!” he puckered his lips and closed his eyes.

“Ha, you wish boy,” I grab the boy’s arm and push him out the door, hearing him yell angry obscenities from the other side. Doesn’t matter, with this sheet, we can now move in public, which opens many avenues for new ways to improve our situation. Hell, if we are bold enough, maybe even walking straight to the embassy in Rome.

I grab the fabric. Turns out it’s a white tablecloth. I tie it across my body like a skirt, it fits a bit tight, hugging my curves. Feels nice to feel cloth over my exposed skin once more. “Hey, who said you would get to wear the sheet?” Annie complains.

“I did, because I’m the boss!”

“Look, the fabric is long enough that drags across the floor, maybe we can share it?”

“You know how weird that would look?”

“Not as weird as going around naked!”

“Let’s just look for something else for you, alright?” Welp, there was nothing else in the room. Just the table and some silverware. I try to go to someplace else in the building, but… “Hmm, the door’s locked.”

“Err, Laura? The door’s out locked too!” Annie gave the backdoor a good tug.

“Marco, you scornful brat…” Just as we realize our situation, we hear a ruckus on the street outside. The circus function must have ended, people were returning to their homes and someone was fiddling with keys outside the locked door. We are about to get caught! Again!

Time to flee the only way I see how, across a window. “Was that open when we came in?” Annie asks as I put my foot in the window.

“Who cares? We don’t have much choice!” Gulping, Annie climbs the window next to me and we both jump out.

Sadly, our feet don’t find the dirt road, but wet mud. We lose our balance and skid on the ground, tripping and falling with our asses in the air. I hear a gasp and look behind me. Yep, there is a crowd alright, because why would I expect otherwise by now?

“Eeep!” Annie squeals, standing up and trying to rip the cloth from my hands. She half succeeds, leaving my tits hanging in the air before I manage to stop her and retain some modesty on my lower body.

“H-hey, give it back!” I try to recover my dignity by robbing Annie of hers. Meek little Annie pulls strenght out of somewhere and is able to resist my pull. With the whole town is staring at us naked, we begin a tug of war for the sheet.