James has jeans

You plant a slight idea in Amy's mind, and she turns to glare at James, pushing her jeans back down her legs.

"Take off your jeans," she orders slowly, bending to undo her converse and giving you a nice view of her arse in the near see-thru panties.

"Wha... what?" James asks his face a combination of joy and fear.

"I said take them off," Amy repeats, stepping out of her sodden, broken jeans. "I need them."