Only managed to save her bottoms.

[Originally by Teraton]

On the one hand, Mackenzie thought it was kind if fitting. She had stolen the bikini bottoms to cover herself, and now those same stolen bottoms were the only thing she had to cover herself. A fitting twist of fate, a deserving punishment for a thief, to have all but their stolen goods stripped away from them.

On the other hand, poetic irony wasn't doing anything to cover her chest.

The bottoms, as small as they were, had been picked up by the wind later than Mackenzie's top had been. As such,they were easier to catch. Once again, as she ran into an alley, away from the prying eyes of her cat-calling crowd, Mackenzie bemoaned the stranger's smaller size. Technically, the bottoms covered more than the top, but glancing down she frowned at how dangerously close it was to showing everything.

Mackenzie sighed. At least it only takes one arm to cover my chest, she thought, draping said limb around her torso. Peeking out of the alley, Mackenzie saw...