She gets greeted at the door.

Malon hefted the first of many milk jugs into her arms. The glass felt freezing against her bare skin, the milk kept cold for fear of spoiling. She had **** but to hold it against her chest even as her nipples began to harden. Malon whined quietly, this was all so humiliating.

She hurried her naked self across the square, starting with the furthest building first, hoping for her life that no one was watching her. She found the household in question sequestered in an alleyway, the door labeled with the correct address. Malon hurried to the door, her feet slapping against the stones below.

She crouched down in front of the door, her long legs pressing against themselves as she gingerly placed the glass jug on the doormat. There, she thought, just need to get back to the cart and-

She could do nothing as the door squeaked against its hinges and warm light hit her naked, crouching form. She was caught placing the jug down when she saw a man standing in the doorway.

"Finally, I've been waiting all night for-" The man's voice caught in his throat as he saw the naked beauty on his front doorstep, her cheeks bearing a shade of crimson, her breasts hanging down from her bent over form.

"Why are you..."

"Enjoy the milk!" Malon yelped as she scrambled into a disjointed sprint down the alleyway, her plump ass cheeks bouncing in the night air. She could feel the man's eyes on her even as she ran, but eventually she made it back to the cart.