Yes, but not before acquiring coverage

Melissa felt like she wanted to wrap her arms around herself, but stopped herself from doing so. How much would that accomplish, really? She would still be the naked girl said to be roaming around public spaces in the local area.

Melissa made like a Medieval knight in besieging season and stood her ground. "Um, I should have said this earlier, but I was hoping to get dressed. I don't know about going in the mall naked."

"Oh, okay," Chaz responded. "We can't be the life of the party all the time," he teased. "Here, take my shirt." He pulled off his T-shirt and handed it to her. Melissa was surprised by his kindness, and even more surprised by how fit he was. She'd thought he was handsome before, but now he really stood out to her, for his kindness as well as his looks. Them both being exposed now, she felt herself blush a little in his presence.

Melissa gratefully pulled on the shirt. It kind of covered her bottom, as his torso was longer than hers. It was better than nothing. She tugged the hem down, trying to keep her privates covered.

"Thanks, Chaz," she said softly, giving him a shy smile.

"No problem," he grinned back. "Let's head in."

As they entered the mall, Melissa was acutely aware that while she was slightly more covered, Chaz was now shirtless - which probably violated mall rules. But these streamers seemed willing to bend rules for views anyway. Melissa noticed how both her and Chaz were getting glances now.

She overheard people talking about her:
"Honey, don't look over there," a wife talked down to who must have been her husband.
Some teenage girls were whispering and chuckling, "Oh my god, me and David should go as them for Halloween."
"Where's mall security when you need them," an older woman huffed.

"First stop - let's get you some real clothes," Chaz announced.

They headed to a nearby clothing store. Melissa felt a mix of relief and apprehension. She was grateful they were buying her clothes, but also worried about what they might choose or what antics they might pull in the store.

As they browsed the racks, Melissa couldn't help sneaking glances at Chaz's muscular torso. She felt a confusing mix of attraction and wariness. He'd been kind to her, but she was still essentially their captive in this bizarre situation, though that may not be totally their fault.

"Make her pose like a mannequin and dress her? Holy- chat will say anything," Melissa heard Chaz, "and you think I'm joking, but I'm serious. Anything that can be said has been said in text form on this god forsaken website." Chaz couldn't help but laugh at the suggestion anyway.

"How about this?" Joan held up a tiny crop top and miniskirt. "I think it's cute."

"Um, okay, yeah, it's good," Melissa thanked the heavens and stars this was happening and just accepted the dang new age fashion. She'd have skin exposed, but only the kind that won't make Jesus weep.

They go to pay for the clothes.