You try to keep quiet

Despite the slightly strange surroundings, you can't turn down a free meal. You are glad that the waitress is almost as scantily clad as you - it gives you a bit of relief from their attention. You take your first few bites in peace, but now that the waitress is gone you are now the center of attention again.

It begins with Louis casually placing his hand on your inner thigh while everyone begins eating. As he hurriedly scarfs down his meal, he begins gently rubbing up and down your thigh as well. You have to slow down your eating, not wanting to spit food out if he does something more.

And, of course, he does begin doing something more. At first you are relieved when he moves his hand from your thigh, but he quickly moves it to your back and shoulders. He lightly brushes back and forth between your shoulder blades. You are grateful that your dress is still intact there, slightly buffering you from his touch. As you continue eating your meal as if nothing is happening, you are shocked at the feeling of what remains of your dress being slipped off one shoulder, then the other. You try to ignore him as he runs his hand across your now-exposed back. Your sleeves are now bunched halfway down your upper arm, limiting your mobility slightly, but you continue eating, trying to ignore what Louis is doing.

You succeed in keeping up this facade for a little while longer, until you try reaching for your drink. The movement of your arm reaching out pulls on the back of your bunched-up dress, forcing you to strain against it. Soon the stress is too much for the already compromised fabric and tears clean in half straight up your back. You nearly spill your drink with the resistance suddenly gone.

You freeze in place, your eyes shifting between your companions at the table, wondering if any of them noticed. By the way they are all staring at you, they definitely did.