Just the bathroom

She couldn't take much more of this! Nicole looked around for the first private spot she could, spotting the sheriff office bathroom and hurrying towards it, a groan escaping her lips as she did. The discomfort was getting worse the longer she waited.

What had the cultist done?

The smell of chocolate and strawberries grew stronger as she made it through the door. Then, panting, she managed to get as far as one of the cubicles before ripping her clothes off in desperation. A few stray buttons popped loose as she tore at her button-up, her skin basking as it came into contact with the air. She pulled her jacket off at the same time, and her bra seemed almost to jump from her arms, already undone.

It was such a relief already without that itching feeling of the clothing against her skin. There was a stark contrast between her top half and bottom half though, her legs still feeling like they were being rubbed against all too much.

The discomfort wasn't equal. It was bearable to have, say, the hem around her ankles, the itching getting worse and worse the higher up her legs it got. A flicker of pain brushed her core as she adjusted her legs. There were a couple of parts of herself she really couldn't bear to have covered, unfortunately they were the parts she wanted covered the most.

Gasping in relief, Nicole peeled her tight pants down her legs, kicking them off along with her shoes, until she was naked in the cubicle. She stood awkwardly over the toilet, keeping her bare feet on her discarded jacket rather than rest them on the bathroom floor. Her soles at least, so far, only felt a prickle.

But she still felt exposed.

Then she realized she'd forgotten to lock the door. Panting she reached out, shutting herself in the cubicle. Thankfully no one had noticed.

She heard voices as others came into the bathroom, and held her breath, shaking. If she'd been a second longer... Anyone who'd walked in on that cubicle would have been greeted with quite a sight.

The beautiful Nicole Haught nude, the redheaded police officer with her long, firm, pale legs bare right up to the patch of vivid red stubble she'd do something about as soon as she figured out how on earth she was meant to deal with this. Her slit was entirely visible, as was her stomach, her breasts, her rosy nipples, and her flushed cheeks that went well with her bright red short hair.

She took a shaky breath. She reached for a simple sock nervously, and had to snatch her hand back.

No. It wasn't over. Whatever that cultist had done had officially declared her the marked-by-nudity chosen one. Why couldn't Purgatory just be normal?