Half-naked, she ran.

Alora ran, both in embarrassment but also under the power of suggestion to a dictated destination. Her arms covered up her barely-clothed body, but she felt humiliated, and prayed barely anybody would see her, given the sun was setting. Still, the odd person spied her running, with her breasts jiggling within her arm's grip, not to mention her cute matching cat-stitched undergarments.

Finally, she made it out of the main part of town and into the field of a nearby farm. Not far away was a house, and near the door was a clothes line. It was filled! If she could be sneaky, she could grab something to wear before heading back to meet Lito at the inn.

She stepped quietly up to the line. There were various feminine articles to choose from thankfully. But then, she heard a noise from behind, and jumped.

"Well hello there," said a voice. It was coming from a short, elderly man. "What a glorious day."

"Y-Yes," she muttered. "Sorry. I just need to snag something to wear if that's all right."

"Relax. Nobody's here but me. Maybe this is my own personal heaven and I finally died."

Upon hearing the word, she dropped her guard, moving her arms to her side. The old man looked in awe, up and down her form, but to her, she was perfectly clothed. In fact, she couldn't even remember why she wanted to steal clothing. She shrugged.

"I should actually get back," she said.

"By the gods, you have a smoking Hot body, my lady."

Alora smirked. "Thanks. I do, I know," she boasted, but also moved her hands back to unlatch her bra. First one strap, than the other. She let go of the bra, and dropped her firm, bare tits free.

"Ohoho woah!" The man's eyes nearly popped out of his head. His face turned red, and he started dabbing sweat from his forehead. "Oh by the gods. You're going to end my life early."

"You're too kind," she chuckled. "As much as you're right, I should really get going."

"Dear me." He caught his breath. "The sun is setting but now I'm Hot again."

She wiggled her panties down her hips, and the man almost had a heart attack gazing upon her perfectly nude physique.

"Too much!" he wheezed. "You're going to get Cold now..."

Tilting her head in confusion, she reached over to the clothes line and unclipped a skirt. It was a bit shorter than her usual one, which was saying something, and she slid it up her legs. "I'm a little chilly, but not really. Not after how warm it was earlier."

"Sure, but... All right. If you're not Cold, I won't worry. But that's my grand daughter's clothing. So is that!"

As he spoke, she pulled off a white t-shirt and slid it over her torso. It squeezed her breasts uncomfortably, as it was a few sizes too small. He could easily see the points of her tits poking through, and even a breeze would one again expose her commando-going lower-half.

"The stuff on the line?" she asked.

"Uh. Forget it. You can have it. You've earned it for making my life. Bless you. I'm going to head inside and get a drink of water."

"You do that. See you around, old man."

She watched him stumble back into the house. Then, she gazed around at her surroundings. Which way was the inn again? I completely forget. I don't want to ask that weird guy again, so I guess I'll just pick a direction. How could I get lost in such a small town?"