Better to keep quiet.

Ami pictured the puzzled workers, opening a box with a naked University student in it. Possibly in a the busy avenue the bookstore's modest street led off. Which contained a newspaper building, photographers everywhere. She blushed as she remained quiet. Surely, they would take the other box off soon, and she could find something to cover herself. But the box tilted as it went up a ramp. A dusty, oily smell reached Ami's nostrils as a metal door was shut. What kind of a building was this ? Ohh ! With a roar and a shudder, the truck she had been deposited in started up. If she cried out now, no one would be likely to hear her.