The Dean's office

After being paraded through an office building, much to the surprise of the dozen or so staff members working there, Mackenzie was led to the Dean's office. The officer knocked twice and after a "Come in." pushed the door open. A slightly older man sat behind a large desk in a dress shirt and tie as he read over some papers on his desk.

"I've got her, sir, just like you asked." he said, proudly.

"Jesus, Jack!" he said alarmed at the sight of the nude girl standing before him, "Did you handcuff her?"

"Zip-ties but yeah. Just following procedure, sir."

"Well get them off!" he said authoritatively, "She's clearly not a threat. And for god's sake find her something to wear!"

The cop cut Mackenzie's ties free and exited the room with a scowl. Mackenzie rubbed her wrists for a moment before slowly and sheepishly putting her arms in front of her voluptuous body. For what felt like the hundredth time that day, she cradled her breasts with one arm and covered her pussy with another. Though it felt, to Mackenzie, like a futile gesture by this point.

"Please, have a seat Miss Fairbairn." the Dean said. Mackenzie awkwardly did so on one of the chairs in front of his desk. "I hope you understand that this institution does not take stunts like streaking lightly."

"Please, it wasn't my fault." Mackenzie implored, "I can explain!"

"It wasn't your fault that you were running around naked for half the day?" he asked skeptically.

"You see, someone stole my clothes. Like ALL my clothes."

"And you decided to run deeper and deeper into campus while indecent?" he asked again.

"Well, see, they hid my clothes all throughout the campus. And then they had me track them down one by one to slowly get my clothes back!" Mackenzie said, suddenly aware how ridiculous this scenario sounded.

"I see. And do you have any proof to back up your story?"

"Well..." Mackenzie thought of the phone. It had all the texts on it! But... she had lost it somewhere along the way during her final humiliating run from the lecture hall to the quad. "I lost the phone they used to communicate..."

"Of course." the dean said dismissively.

"But my room! My room is completely devoid of all clothing! I can show you!" Mackenzie desperately pleaded, still clutching her intimates.

"Miss Fairbairn," he said, suddenly sounding tired, "An empty closet is hardly proof of thievery."

"But-"

"This university takes its reputation very seriously." he interrupted, starting to sound a little angry, "And stunts like the one you pulled today undermine our reputation."

"I-"

"And in the age of social media, it has become even more difficult to maintain such reputations. Your escapades have no doubt made the rounds online, and it can all be traced back to us. YOUR actions tarnish US."

Mackenzie glanced downwards and stayed quiet.

"You've left me with ****. I'm going to have to..."