Yes, she throws out her tank top

Mackenzie was weighing her options. Giving up her tank top would leave her in just a bra while she searched the (thankfully empty) room. The redhead certainly wasn't a fan of that idea. But on the other hand, the skimpy garment wasn't doing her much of a favor at the moment. Thanks to the stranger's alterations, it was barely covering her more than a bra would. And Mackenzie doubted that she'd ever be wearing it again after today.

With a frustrated pout, Mackenzie pulled the tight black fabric off her body. Pulling out the phone, she filmed herself dropping the top into the same garbage can as her ruined panties, then sent the video to her thief. Mackenzie awkwardly crossed her arms in front of her generous chest as she awaited the hint.

"Sad to see it go, but nothing in this world is free!

If I were you, I'd trying looking near some paddles."

A more thorough examination of the ping pong supplies soon yielded a wad of white cotton between the stacks of colored paddles. Mackenzie groaned, frustrated that she hadn't noticed it on her own. As she tugged the shirt on, the beauty resolved to be more thorough with her searches from then on. If she needed a hint for each new item, she'd wind up breaking even instead of getting her clothes back! But she could avoid letting that happen... right?

Shooing that dreaded scenario out of her mind, Mackenzie snapped a photo of herself in the white shirt, which seemed to mercifully be free of any modifications.

"Awesome! Sometimes a simple look is the best.

Next up, your sneakers are hidden somewhere in the courtyard.

Good luck!"

With that, Mackenzie glanced out the window. Much to her dismay, it was still raining slightly outside. And the courtyard was fairly sizable, meaning it might take her a good long while to find her sneakers. Gritting her teeth, Mackenzie figured the sooner she got started the better.

She stepped out into the cool and damp air, and immediately wished she was back inside. While far from a downpour, Mackenzie would likely still be soaked in just a few minutes. And she was all too aware that wasn't a great thing to be when wearing a white t-shirt. So the redhead wasted no time in dashing around, looking under benches and between bushes.

A minute passed, and then another, still with no luck for Mackenzie. But she was determined not to ask for another hint. Mackenzie picked up the pace, scouring the small beds of bushes and trees. A few times, as she walked in between the bushes, the rips on her leggings got caught on the sharp branches. As Mackenzie powered through, the bushes stretched a few tears bigger and bigger. One particular tear one on her left thigh had ripped nearly all the way around her leg! But in her haste, she paid it no attention.

Another minute later, Mackenzie found her sneakers stuck to the underside of a bench. Thrilled, the redhead put them on and took the picture. It was nice not to be barefoot anymore, but Mackenzie was mainly excited about moving onto the next item, hopefully indoors. Only after sending the photo did she check the status of her white t-shirt. It wasn't great for the busty redhead. While not drenched, it was fairly wet and the outline of her bra was clearly visible as the shirt clung to her curves. On her way back inside, she got the next text:

"Nice one! You can even make sneakers look good!

Next up, your white socks are hidden somewhere in the dining hall.

Good luck!"

Mackenzie abruptly changed direction, and began jogging for the dining hall instead. While she'd certainly place simple socks relatively low on her priority list, Mackenzie supposed she didn't really have any say in the order the thief doled out her clothes. A minute later, Mackenzie finally arrived back inside, with her shirt now completely drenched. She caught the attention of a nearby group of students almost immediately.

"Whoa, where's the wet t-shirt contest?" one shouted jokingly, much to the amusement of his friends.

Mackenzie blushed and crossed her arms over her chest again. But, as she took her first step away from the group, a snapping sound came from her left leg. The rip had spread to the back of her leggings and now the tight fabric had completely split around her thigh. The bottom portion shot down her leg, pooling around her ankle and baring almost all of her left leg. This prompted another round of laughter from the nearby guys.

Mackenzie walked away, trying and failing not to draw attention to herself. The dining hall was much more crowded than any of the buildings she'd been in so far today. Now there were dozens of people all around, chatting, eating, and walking around. Mackenzie tried to surreptitiously begin looking under empty tables and chairs, but soon realized just how hard this target was going to be.

How the hell am I supposed to find a pair of socks in this giant room? Mackenzie wondered. And then she realized how. With a hint...

With a growing feeling that she wouldn't like the cost, Mackenzie texted the stranger:

"Can I have a hint?"