She reaches her office

No woman may wear anything that covers a part of her body, for any reason. This includes footwear and jewelry.

Jane sprinted towards the building at full speed, trying to ignore the cold. Trying to ignore the way people were staring at her naked body as she ran. Finally, she reached the revolving door. Pushing it open, she moved into position to cover herself, putting one arm over her breasts—now firmly erect from the cold. Her other hand went over her vulva. It was humiliating how ineffective covering herself like this was, but she had to do something. These were her coworkers! They'd lose all respect for her, seeing her in the nude like this. Besides, Jane liked to remain prim and proper—she had to retain some sense of modesty!

The revolving door was like ice as her bare shoulder pressed against it. Jane emerged from it into the lobby, standing straight and scanning the room. The inside air warmed her exposed skin, causing her face to flush. A few people were hanging out in the lobby, all men in business attire. There wasn't a woman in sight besides Jane. Did everyone else just stay home? Jane thought. She couldn't blame them, the men in the lobby were starting to notice the naked woman who had just entered. Jane adjusted her hands over her privates as best she could and made for the elevator, trying to ignore the pairs of eyes that followed her as she walked. Her small butt was completely exposed to the world, but she just didn't have enough hands to cover it. The rest felt almost as exposed, barely covered by her thin arms and hands.

Maybe she should have stayed home, but it wasn't like this law was going away any time soon, and she'd need to get used to working in the nude at some point. Still, it would have been nice to have the men leering at someone else for a change.

She realized her face was still flushed from the lobby's warmth, but people seeing her like that wouldn't see that. All they'd see was Jane, usually so strong and dependable, desperately covering her feminine parts while blushing like a schoolgirl. Bad enough she'd have to work naked. Bad enough she'd still have to use her hands to cover herself while in company. She couldn't show embarrassment while doing it. She was above that. She would exude the same strength that she always showed at her job, no matter how **** she felt.

As Jane walked towards the elevator area, one of the men broke off from his conversation to follow her. She pretended not to notice, hoping the elevator would arrive before he did and she'd get to ride up alone. She pressed the elevator button, touching her bare hip to the metal while carefully keeping her body covered with both hands.

The man arrived not long after she pressed the button, moving towards a different corner of the elevator area—the area held four elevators—Jane wasn't fooled, though. He'd come from the lobby just to have an excuse to ride the elevator up with the naked girl. It would be the two of them, him clothed, her naked, in a small metal box. She shifted her hands again, closing her fingers over her vagina.

The man glanced at her again, crap, she thought. She shouldn't've moved. Shouldn't have drawn his attention. Too late, she tried to make a stern face at him, to regain some semblance of control, but he was already looking away.

Finally, the elevator next to the man arrived. He walked in, and after some hesitation, Jane followed. The man pressed a button, 27, for himself.

If Jane wanted to press a button, she'd have to remove one of her hands from her privates to touch it, which wasn't going to happen. Not while this man was watching. She could also try pressing her body to a button, but the man had positioned himself next to the button panel. If Jane wanted to press a button, she'd need to take her hand away from her breasts, leaving them exposed for that man to look at. Otherwise, she'd need to squeeze her naked body past him to reach the panel. That wasn't going to happen either.

She'd have to ask the man for help. Putting on her most confident face, Jane began. "Excuse me sir," she said. The man stood up straight, gaining a couple of inches on her. His eyes immediately looked to Jane, flicking down to her cleavage, barely covered by her arm.

Jane flushed. She'd tried to establish a power dynamic based on seniority. Propriety. Respect. But in this cramped metal box, the only power dynamic was the physical one: his strong, masculine physique, and her weak, feminine form. His clothes, and her bare skin. She wasn't a threat to this man, couldn't be taken seriously without her clothes. If he tried anything, she would be defenseless, and they both knew it. She was just a nude woman, trying desperately to claim something more.

Her voice quickly became higher. "Would you mind pressing the 25 button?" she squeaked. The man obliged, eyeing Jane the whole time.