Of course not

Berry tried to push past Dave, but he was too quick. His hand shot out, grabbing her wrist and spinning her back around. "Not so fast," he sneered, his breath hot against her ear. She struggled, but his grip was unyielding. With a swift motion, he tugged at the strings of her swimsuit, coming undone with ease. The top started to fall, and Berry's cheeks burned as she frantically tried to pull it back up with her free arm. "Let me go…" she demanded, her voice trembling.

Dave's fingers moved then with a practiced ease, the strings of Berry's swimsuit bottom coming undone as swiftly as the top. She gasped, her face burning with humiliation as the fabric slipped down her hips, exposing her. "Let me go!" she pleaded again, her voice cracking, but Dave's grip only tightened. His other hand roamed her body, his touch making her skin crawl.

With a surge of adrenaline, Berry twisted her body, managing to wrench her wrist free from Dave's grasp. She didn't hesitate, dashing towards the changing room door with all the speed she could muster. “I need to find Robin, she will help me!” she thought.

Her heart pounded in her ears as she yanked the door open, slamming it shut behind her and leaning against it to catch her breath.

“Holy shit!” someone shouted behind her back. Berry, completely naked from head to toe, her huge boobs swinging free, just noticed she entered in the wrong toilet again.