Rushes to the cul-de-sac

Abandoning any semblance of modesty or decency, Mackenzie sprinted across the rough, unpaved ground of the alleyway towards to cul-de-sac. In Mackenzie's terrified mind, it was better to risk an area she was less familiar with than to be seen on the street where people she saw every day were more likely to see her. It wasn't the most sound logic in the universe, but it was all the logic Mackenzie's panic could conjure up in the moment.

The temporary emptiness of the alleyway meant that nobody was around to see Mackenzie sprinting in her full glory. Her perky, beautifully sized breasts bounced wildly with every frantic step, while her shapely rear end flexed and teased and showed off the fruits of her labors at the gym. Her fiery mane flew behind her like a cape in a dazzling display, contrasting sharply with her fair skin. It was truly a sight to behold, and one that Mackenzie desperately hoped nobody was about to behold if her luck could just change.

The end of the alleyway was swiftly approaching, and Mackenzie knew she had to have a plan as soon as she left its narrow confines.

_I identify the first possible hiding space I can see, and I go for it. No weighing options. Just instinct. _Mackenzie reasoned to herself. It was as good of an idea as any.

And indeed, the moment Mackenzie crossed the threshold of the alleyway and saw the relatively unfamiliar landscape of the cul-de-sac, she quickly scanned her surroundings and, without weighing the risks and advantages, or considering anything like comfort or implications, the naked redhead made a beeline for her hiding space.

Completely lost from Mackenzie's mind was the issue of her drone-operating "fan" and what might happen if they can't find her and assume she tried to bail on their agreement...