Read the title again and you tell me.

It took half a block before she was nearly spotted. She's so glad the fabric she used is good at hiding stains--any further stains, and she would've been spotted as a human rather than a mannequin in the red-light district.

It was coming to around nine o'clock at night, and the streets were emptying slowly but surely. It would only take another few hours before she would be able to get out of this damn shop window.

See, she had an idea. It was getting to dusk, and people were still roaming the streets. This was bad for a streaker that wanted to go undetected, which she was. So she decided to go by the red-light district, and blend in there. Nobody would care if there were naked tits in a sex shop. So it should be fine, right? Well...

People. Kept. Looking at her! It was absurd! She never turned heads like this before, so why now!? Dear god, it was like only horny teenagers were out by this hour.

Which was, in fact, the case as she was quickly figuring out. She is so glad that the sex shop she hid in was known for hyperrealistic dolls, otherwise her winking pussy would have given her away! Even more so than the trail of her own liquids that was going quickly down her leg. W-which was there because, um, her suit was stuffy and no other reason! The only thing that liquid could be is sweat.

Definitely.