Reluctantly accept Garret's idea.*

"Fine," Oliver says. "Let's go for a walk, friends."

You, Oliver, Matthew, and Garret begin to walk, though they seem to keep a close eye on you as they go. You quietly ask where you're going, and when you can leave, but you gasp as Oliver takes a tight grip on the side of your skirt.

"You want to go so soon?" he says as he torments you with the possibility of lifting it. You shake your head quickly, and he lets go again.

"Look at how nice these are," Matthew suddenly says from behind, taking you by the shoulders and bouncing you up and down. You can feel your unsecured breasts jiggling under your shirt--fabric sliding over your nipples. You cringe at the people walking nearby. The men seem to stop, and can't help but struggle to look away from your bouncing chest.

Finally, he stops and you cover up with cheeks glowing red.

"Don't pretend you aren't enjoying this," Garret says. "You're the one without underwear."

You know explaining yourself more will do absolutely nothing, so you keep quiet and continue walking. You begin to worry what they'll do to you in front of all these people. What if someone takes a picture?