Her chest

The stickers were gone. Her large chest lay on full display in the cold foggy air, stickers long since absent. The sudden run must’ve shaken them fully loose. “Gah!” Emma gasped and quickly covered her chest with her hands. Emma peered down to see, that thankfully, her pussy was still covered with a little dignity. “Couldn’t have bought better stickers?” Emma muttered trudging down the steps and sticking close to the wall of the manor. Emma crouched and slowly crossed the yard, staying out of sight of the many windows. A light rain continued to fall making Emma slick with water and sweat from her anxious endeavor. Emma had a destination in mind since the start: the laundry room. It was near the garden and the dining hall and she usually kept a spare set of clothes there for after getting dirty in the garden. Emma continued her slow trek through the wet grass and plants when she heard yet another set of footsteps approaching. Emma quickly looked around for a hiding spot, but couldn’t seem to find anything viable. With desperation, Emma quickly jumped into the tangle of bushes to her right and lay as still as she possibly could. Emma lay breathing quickly as she tried to stay quiet and avoid discovery. She placed a hand over her mouth to quiet her rapid breathes and she used her other to check and make sure she hadn’t lost her other covering. Her trembling fingers traveled down and the tips slowly met the wet covering of the stickers slick to the touch. Emma breathed a silent sigh of relief. At least she wasn’t naked yet. Emma sat still and listened close for the footsteps as the drew nearer. “This rain is letting up at least. Maybe we will have something nice to eat for once.” A girl said aloud. “Yeah but just don’t let Eli cook, he is nice and all, but I don’t think he was suited for the kitchen.” Another voice answered. Emma looked through the tangle to see two of the other guests, a toy merchant, and a cheerleader. Emma wasn’t very familiar with them, and lay quiet, not wanting to be found. Even if it were girls to find her, she didn’t want to be seen in such a humiliating display. Emma felt the stickers slip under her finger tips. Panic flared up once again in the gardener. How was the seal broken? Did the rain get in? Emma moved both hands down to feel and felt a tingle course through her. Emma gasped “AM I GETTING WET FROM THIS?!?!?” Emma thought to herself horrified. She lifted the stickers and the wet liquids dripped off of it, the temporary garment now apparently useless. Emma was now laying sprawled naked in the bushes outside, her ass and pussy raised up in the air, for any inquisitive bush enthusiast to accidentally stumble upon. Thankfully, the voices faded and Emma quickly scurried out of the bushes and ran to the outside door to the garden. Crossing the yard, Emma threw caution away and let her arms fall as she ran, her slick wet naked form sprinting in the light rain, throwing open the door and quickly shutting it behind her. Emma panted, catching her breath and slid to the floor, half heartedly covering her self as her legs laid wide open. Emma took a deep breath and opened her eyes, and took in the garden she now sat in to see: