There was nothing modest for her to wear

(This chapter was originally made by user PhantomPen at Writing.com )

Looking through the clothes rack she realised none of this stuff could cover her properly, everything was either too transparent or too kinky for public wear. Mackenzie sighed and searched through every other part of the dressing room for any sign of clothes.

"Come on," She muttered to herself, "A towel, a bathrobe, a dress, anything!" As she spun around quickly after realising there was nowhere else to check Mackenzie resigned herself to the knowledge that she would have to either leave the set, or, somehow convince the crew to lend her some clothing. And she knew there was no way that was happening!

Peeking through the dressing room tent flap door to conceal her utterly naked and shivering body, Mackenzie saw that the crew had departed away from the Director and one crew member was walking straight for her tent!

Mackenzie leaned back in before she could see her and tried to decide what to do, she figured she had two options...