Head towards the beach.

Valerie was a bit torn on what to do. A small part of her mind was worried that the mysterious voice might have pulled a monkey's paw on her, that something about going out streaking like this was a bad idea. And even though she felt compelled to explore, she couldn't completely silence her concerns.

So the best idea was to find a good middle ground. Somewhere she could streak, where it would be somewhat okay to be naked. Valerie glanced around in thought, before the idea hit her. The beach! If something happened and her nudity was a problem, she could claim her swimsuit was lost while swimming!

Not to mention, she did want to work on her tan a little. The thought of being fully nude on the beach sent a nervous tickle through her body. So she began walking down the side walk in the direction of the beach.

As she made her way down the street, she fought the urge to cover up. Valerie needed to remind herself that this was okay. Nothing bad was going to happen to her.

When she approached the pavement of the street, Valerie hesitated.

"This might be a hard walk," she said to herself. Not only would the pavement seem rough to someone who was barefoot, it might have been hot on a summer day like this one. Valerie stuck her foot out, feeling very aware that this created space between her legs, and experimentally touched the pavement.

It seemed... smooth actually. It was firm enough to feel like concrete for sure, but it really wasn't that rough. Along with that, it wasn't hot either. Instead it merely seemed warm. The protective powers of that voice really kept her from feeling any serious physical discomfort. A smile on her face appeared, and she kept walking.