She gets cold

We knew that the law was wrong, right? Of course we did. But we need to be civil with all our fellow senators, not just the ones we agree with.
When that happens, we become able to compromise. The Republicans' original draft required that women be naked at all times, but through the power of compromise—by winning hearts and minds through civility and mutual respect—we were able to secure the right of women to wear clothes within their own homes. That—that–is an accomplishment worth celebrating!

- Charles E. Schumer, Uncompromising Compromise: Finding a Middle Ground in Even the Most Polarizing Times

Jane typed away at her computer, trying to work through the shivers that occasionally rippled through her naked body. The room was still freezing. The men had left to grab some more tools, but they'd left the window wide open, and gusts of frigid wind continued to fly in through it. She wished she had a blanket, to cover herself, to protect her bare, vulnerable skin from the chill.

There, she finished the form she'd been working on, sending it to Bob, her supervisor. Taking a minute to herself between forms, Jane breathed in a deep breath, her exposed stomach expanding as she did so. As she breathed out, another shiver rippled through her body. She hugged her arms tighter around her bare torso, still shivering, and rubbed her arms with her hands, trying to build up at least some warmth before she began the next document.

That was enough. She was going to plug up that window with something. Looking around, she spotted a few pieces of paper that looked like they were the right size to plug it, grabbing the papers and a roll of tape, she walked to the window, holding one of the papers up to it. Grabbing her tape, she measured out a bit with both hands, holding the paper to the window pane with her elbow.

A sharp blast of frigid wind flew past the window, circulating the freezing air in Jane's office over her nude skin. Jane recoiled, moving her arms protectively for a brief moment. That was all it took for the paper to come loose from underneath her elbow and fly out the window. Crap! she thought, she was pretty sure that paper wasn't important, but if she wanted to be sure, she'd need to go get it. That meant going outside, naked, on her lunch break. Fuck.

Well, she might as well look for where the paper had landed. She delicately maneuvered her uncovered torso through the small window, peering out into the street below. It had started to snow, and small, cold flakes began to land on Jane's exposed back. Being on the 25th floor, Jane had a pretty good view of the street, and was able to clearly watch the paper fall onto a nearby dumpster.

The wind had begun to pick up again, and sharp, icy gusts assaulted her goosebumped skin, carrying yet more snow onto her trembling body. Pointing with an uncovered arm, Jane quickly counted four—no—five buildings down. That was where the paper had landed. That was where she'd have to go during her lunch break.

Suddenly, a pair of meaty arms came from the inside of the building. Jane gasped as they wrapped around her delicate figure. Rough hands grasped her exposed breasts, beginning to fondle them. Her torso was still outside the window. She couldn't see her assailant, but she knew someone was there, groping her! She thrashed, trying to squirm away from the man's grip as he squeezed her breasts ever tighter, but she had nowhere to go. She tried to pry his hands off of her, but his grip was like iron. She was stuck in the window, helpless to maneuver away from him. The man began to slide his hands over her midriff, and Jane squirmed ever more, operating on pure instinct.

The man slid his hands down her torso one final time, sliding over her bare bottom. He grabbed her leg, delivering a swift tug as if to pull her inside. Conscious of her bare skin, Jane carefully shimmied her nude torso out of the window hole, feeling a pit of dread in her stomach. When she finished pulling herself back into the room, Jane found Frank wrapped around her leg. He was staring up, directly at her pussy, which was completely exposed for his viewing pleasure.

Frank let go as Jane angrily twisted away before quickly moving her hands to cover her exposed feminine bits again. She flushed with embarrassment, then quickly composed herself. "Excuse me?" she asked helplessly. Then she began shivering again. Damn it, that shivering was making it really hard for her to be taken seriously.

The burly man stood up, eyes still fixated on Jane's body. "What, are you crazy? You damn near fell out that window! Lucky I was there to save you."

Jane let out a little gasp at that. He hadn't been saving her, he had been groping her body! Still shivering. Jane double checked that her trembling hands were still covering everything before speaking next. "You have just s-sexually assaulted an e-employee of-of this institution. You c-could be locked away for that!"

Frank grinned. "Nah". He lowered his voice. "You tell people about that, and I'll tell them to check the camera from out there".

Jane was puzzled. What—"They'll see that you covered yourself with your computer. You want to be arrested for that?"

Jane gasped, pulling her arm tighter over her naked breasts, as she realized the depth of the situation she'd gotten herself into. For covering herself with something other than her hands, for breaking the new law, she could be arrested. She'd hoped the men would forget about it—hoped that they'd have at least that level of decency—but she had been wrong. Frank had touched her—he'd assaulted her—and she was powerless to do anything about it. If he reported her, she would be finished.

Jane could no longer rely the law to protect her. If Frank tried to touch her again, or Joe did, she wouldn't have anyone to help her. She would only be able to defend herself physically, but she shuddered at the thought of having to do so. She didn't know how to fight, and her body barely had any muscle at all. She would be completely defenseless if any man tried to attack her. And from the way she saw the men eyeing her weak, feminine form, she knew they understood that too.

So Jane did the only thing she could. Helplessly, she continued to face the men as she backed up to her chair, keeping covered her soft, bare, vulnerable body. Then she sat down in her chair, still shivering from the cold, turned it away from them, removed her hands, and continued to work, keeping an ear out for the men in case they moved too close.