She needs a hint

Mackenzie's optimism dwindled and extinguished as she spent nearly ten minutes searching the lobby for her bra with no luck. It was by far the biggest room she'd had to search yet and there were various lockers, mailboxes, and other compartments she couldn't even open! Not to mention with all the nooks and crannies, she might not even find the bra in the next half hour.

Suddenly, she felt the phone in her hand vibrate.

"Need a hint?"

Mackenzie paused. A hint would be very helpful right now, but hadn't they said something about a price? Well, whatever it was, it would be worth it if it could hurry this process along.

"Yes." she responded.

"Take a picture of your bare breasts and send it to me."

"What?!" Mackenzie actually said aloud. She did NOT want this creep ending up with lewd photos of her once this was all said and done.

"No way! You can't be serious!"

"I'm very serious. It's nothing more **** than what you were showing off outside this morning. And I've got a video of that. This really shouldn't be that bad at all."

Mackenzie cursed under her breath. So they did have footage of her embarrassing ordeal that morning. Just perfect. And they had a point. If they already had footage of her completely naked, then what was the sense of fretting over partially nude photos now?

With a grimace, Mackenzie ducked between two empty rows of mailboxes. She quickly yanked her tank top up, snapped the photo, and tugged it back down. It left her staring at a picture of her own breasts on the phone for a few moments before she reluctantly hit send. It took less than a minute for the response:

"Absolutely breathtaking!

If I were you, I'd try looking under something blue."

Mackenzie glanced around the room, but the only blue thing she could see was the outgoing mailbox, and she'd already looked under that. Still, with no other options, she returned to it, only to find that her bra was taped to the underside of the mailbox.

Kicking herself, Mackenzie headed back to the alcove she had just used. She whipped off her tank top, hurriedly put on the purple bra with lace, and snapped a picture of it. Then, she tugged the tank top back on over it, glad to see her poking nipples were gone. Glancing around, the coast was still clear.

She had done it! Mackenzie had successfully recovered one full outfit, skimpy as it may be. She could call it quits at this point and stop playing this stranger's game. She could buy a few more outfits at the mall now that she was decent. Sure, she'd have to survive on a meager few outfits for the time being, but did she really want to keep playing into this creep's hands? Although... Mackenzie was genuinely fond of most of her wardrobe. She'd spent years slowly building it up. Was she willing to just let all that go?