Model in the dressing room...

Stacy came backstage to the dressing room with all the other models. It had been a long day on the runway, but they were finally done. Sighing, Stacy slipped off her 3,000 dollar Chanel dress, placed it carefully on the hanger and began undressing. She was eager to get home and relax, fashion shows required so much poise and they really drained her. She slipped off her thong and threw it in her bag. Then she took off her six inch stiletto heels (she was short for a model, these were required), and took off her layers of jewelry, hanging them carefully at her makeup stand.

Stacy turned to get her clothes so she could go home, but she found her bag was missing. In fact, so was her gown. She looked around. They'd just been here, where could they have gone? That was when she heard a giggle. Stacy's eye's narrowed, instantly realizing what had happened. She turned around and saw a group of the other models gathered. They all had knowing, amused smirks that told her exactly what had happened: they'd stolen her clothes!

This wasn't a huge surprise. Stacy had heard rude comments from the other models before. They thought she was stuck up, or some such nonsense. Stacy hardly cared, though apparently they'd decided to escalate things.

Fully nude, Stacy stomped over to the other models. The models were all used to changing in front of each other, but being the only one nude made Stacy a bit nervous. She tried to hide it marching over to her fellow models...

"Give me my clothes!" She demanded angrily.

"No can do tiny tits..."