Of course it can!

"We were able to interview one of the last people to interact with her before the crash." The anchor said, prompting a pre-recorded interview between the anchor and someone Mackenzie would rather forget.

"So, you said she was acting odd all day" the anchor asked.

"Yes, when I started my shift, she walked up to me, completely naked, and asked for a robe or towel." Said the disgruntled employee from the spa.

"Why her? Why not my mom, or heck, my ex?" Mackenzie bowed her head in shame.

"She gave me this obviously rehearsed story about losing her clothes and needing cover. I've heard of our customers leaving a shirt or socks in the wrong basket, but not all of their clothes. She planned it. Plus, she knew that having to go through the entire laundry to find her things would take a long time, so I figured I would allow her to do whatever she expected to do. I let her sit in the waiting room completely naked until her things were returned." She bent the truth.

"And when you found her things?" The anchor asked.

"We only found her skirt and purse. Not even underwear. At first, I thought we didn't find everything. Now I think she wanted an alibi for her outfit in case her plan didn't work out." The girl lied.

"You lost my clothes, you bitch!" Mackenzie shouted, no longer able to take the embarrassment and outrage.

"There you have it. She planned the crash, and is likely ecstatic at the attention she is bringing to her cause." The anchor concluded before going back to the studio for the same anchor to continue.

"If, in the smallest possibility, that she lost her clothes on purpose, but didn't plan the crash, then she is a sexual deviant who must be punished!"

Mackenzie would have buried her face in her hands if she was able to. She made national news, and even a talking head had given a narrow account of the events, and gave her two really unattractive outcomes. She just needed time to figure this out.

"Mackenzie! They finally let me in to see you!" Cheered the nicer, albeit forgetful, receptionist from the spa.

"Who...wha...?" Mackenzie tried to ask.

"Listen, I know you didn't plan any of this, so I'm gonna help you get through this. The doctors needed someone to assist you, seeing as your hands aren't fully functional. You'll need my help to do most things, so please allow me to apologize for forgetting about you and possibly causing your accident by being your assistant." The girl pleaded.

Mackenzie was taken aback by the suddenness, but was moved by her emotion. So, against her better judgement, she nodded.

"Thank you! I should've taken that interview and set the record straight, but my coworker assured me she knew what was going on. Should've known she would've gotten everything wrong. Anyways, they let me handle your meds, and since you have my help, you are free to go." The girl said.

"But..my chest..." Mackenzie protested.

"It needs to stay uncovered to give you any credibility. The moment you cover up, they will assume you're not a true activist. Make no mistake, you have to be an activist or your life will be much worse. The Governor has pardoned you for the crash and your nudity. So, as long as you're protesting, you can remain topless. Your fans would assume you would stay topless to keep the movement going."

Mackenzie's heart sank. It seemed that not only was she unable to use her hands to cover up, she wouldn't be able to wear anything to cover her breasts for the foreseeable future. She hoped she would at least be able to get dressed before her hands fully healed. However, her new responsibilities seemed to be getting in the way of that, as she was inundated by reporters, paparazzi, and Free the Nipple protesters as she walked outside. Mackenzie now understood what she had to do.

Reporters were scrambling to get an interview with her to confirm suspicions and quell others. The topless redhead gravitated towards a woman she felt she could trust and told her assistant to take her over there.