Run for it.

Kendall stood up. She was naked under her robe, and cum drippled out of her ass and onto the floor. She pressed the robe up agaisnt her anus to soak up the cum and awkwardly hurried to the nearest bathroom, being careful not to make eye contact with the stunned, silent crowd watching her.

In the bathroom, Kendall wiped the cum from her very sore rectum. She tried to figure out what happened. Did someone **** her in the sleep in front of all of those people and no one try to stop him? If so, why didn't she wake up until it was over? She did not feel drunk or ****.

"Damn, it's sooo sore!" she said to herself. She did not notice any blood, but it felt like she had been ass **** with flag pole. And where did all of this cum come from? She assumed some asshole had given her an enema in her sleep with something that looked like cum. That had to be the explanation.

Kendall went back out, and without looking at anyone or talking to anyone, gathered her things, got dressed in her street clothes, called a ride and left.

Back at home, Kendall opened a bottle of wine and started to drink. She took a shower, and put on a facial mask and took a selfie to show the world she was OK in case word of her freak out at the fashion show got out. Her anus was still sore, however.

She went to her bedroom with the bottle of wine and the glass, sat on her bed, and turned on the TV. She drank wine and watched re-runs of _Keeping Up With The Kardashians _until she fell into a drunken sleep.