Yes, she does

With trembling hands, Lia slipped into the outfit, her cheeks burning as the fabric clung to her wet skin. She felt the material's coolness against her body, a stark contrast to the warmth of the day. The flimsy top barely contained her breasts, and the skirt was so short it threatened to reveal more than she was comfortable with. She took a deep breath and picked up the sign, her heart racing as she stepped to the edge of the roof.

The view from the top was breathtaking, but the task at hand was anything but enjoyable. She began her countdown, her eyes scanning the horizon as she hoped nobody would look up and see her in this compromising position. The world below buzzed with activity, students setting up for the party, and she was on full display, a silent sentinel announcing the festivities.

As the seconds ticked by, Lia felt a growing sense of exposure and vulnerability. From her vantage point, she saw groups of people pointing and whispering, their cameras and phones raised in her direction. The flashes of their devices pierced the air like paparazzi at a celebrity scandal. Her cheeks burned with a blush so deep it could have painted the setting sun as they captured her moment of humiliation.

The whispers grew louder, turning into shouts of laughter and excitement. The sight of a nerdy college student in such a compromising position was too much for some to resist. Her heart sank as she realized the dare had become a spectacle, her embarrassment broadcasted across the entire campus. Yet, she held the sign high, her eyes locked on the horizon, counting down the moments until she could escape this public exposure.

As the final seconds of her ordeal ticked away, the group of girls who had handed her the outfit emerged from the stairwell, their laughter piercing the air. "Alright, Lia, you've had your fun," one of them said, her voice filled with a mix of amusement and cruelty. "Time to give us the outfit back."

Lia's stomach lurched. She had hoped that completing the dare would mean the end of her humiliation. But no, the humiliation continued. She handed over the skimpy costume, feeling the cool breeze kiss her skin once more as she stood naked on the roof, the sign still clutched in her hand. The girls' giggles grew louder as they retreated, leaving her alone with her thoughts and the sound of the party growing below.

Just as she was about to give up hope, Lia's eyes caught a glimpse of something yellow fluttering in the breeze. It was a sticky note, slapped onto the door to the stairwell leading back down. She sighed with relief, her heart racing as she rushed over to read it. The handwriting was Taylor's, she was sure of it.

The note was simple, yet filled with a sinister delight. "Congrats, Lia! You're halfway there! Remember, the party starts soon, and you wouldn't want to miss it. Your next clue is in the DJ booth!" It was a taunt, a reminder that she had **** but to continue. She crumpled the note in her hand, knowing she'd have to return to the assembly hall that by now should be set up into a party room.