She gets un/wanted attention

Lara tried to look serious. People behind her in the line would notice her backside. The clerk gave her a concerned look saying: "Umm, miss you sure you don't want to pick a bigger size?"
Lara shook her head, a strained smile on her lips. "No, this is fine. I… I like them tight." Her voice wavered slightly as she tried to sound confident while accepting the clerk's concerned expression. Inside, her stomach churned with a potent mix of arousal, embarrassment, and the thrill of being on display for the mall's Saturday afternoon crowd.

After paying for the scandalous outfit, Lara quickly gathered up the packages, the clerk's delicate fingers brushing against her flesh as she removed the price tags. Lara shivered at the light touch, acutely aware of her semi-nudity. She adjusted the crop top once more, trying in vain to conceal the prominent bulge of her areolas beneath the too-small fabric. Her breasts felt heavy, sensitive to every brush of her nipples against the flimsy material.

Squaring her shoulders, Lara strode out of the boutique and into the bustling mall. Instantly, heads turned to gawk at her revealing ensemble. Amused, shocked, and admiring gazes followed her every step. A group of young men, likely still in school, let out loud guffaws and crude remarks. One shouted out, "Look at that bush! What is she, some sort of feral beast?" His friends hooted and howled with laughter.

Lara flushed bright red, her skin prickling with humiliation even as a dark thrill ran through her. This was exactly the kind of attention she craved, secretly. To be so exposed, so shamelessly lewd in public… Her pussy clenched and dampened at the thought. She bit her plump lower lip and averted her gaze from the snickering onlookers, but couldn't ignore the heat of their stares on her barely-covered backside. The tight leather of her pants left little to the imagination.

Steeling her nerves, Lara continued through the mall. "Tart!" A weathered, unkempt man slurred from a nearby bench. "Oi, tart! Want a go, love?" He stroked himself lewdly, one bloodshot eye locked on Lara's voluptuous breasts jiggling with every step. Lara turned away in disgust, but couldn't help noticing a few other men craning their necks for a better look, arousal etched plainly on their faces.

By the time Lara reached the exit, she was trembling, her pulse racing with mingled mortification and excitement. She knew she should go straight home and shower the scent of the day's humiliation from her skin. But a perverse part of her was dying to return to the shops, to tempt the crowds further. Maybe she'd "accidentally" walk past a group of school boys and offer a fleeting glimpse of her wild, womanly hair. Or perhaps she'd treat herself to a lacy thong, worn deliberately over her too-tight pants, hinting at the neglected, aching lips beneath.

Whatever her plans, one thing was certain - Lara had found a whole new kind of thrill which was a lot more different than the pursuit of her archeological passion. And she was determined to see how far down the rabbit hole of exhibitionism and depravity this adventure would take her…

"Check out that slut's bush! Looks like a fucking jungle down there," one boy exclaimed in an exaggerated whisper, clearly unaware that his phone's microphone was picking up every word. His companions laughed and called out crude suggestions, spurring each other on with tales of their own lurid exploits with women twice their age.

All the while, Lara's pants continued their downward trajectory with every jarring step. She could feel the cool air of the mall caressing her upper butt crack, a not-unpleasant sensation that only added to her mortification. Reaching back, she frantically tugged at the waistband, only to notice helplessly that the leather climbed down her rear starting its descent once more.
Panic rose in her chest as Lara realized she couldn't keep up this mad dash much longer. She was tantalizingly close to the subway entrance, but the precarious balance of her ill-fitting attire was rapidly deteriorating. The schoolboys hurry up to capture the front of Lara. The boys now recognize Lara Croft. She arrives at the subway entrance were many stairs went down. Lara gulped unsure how she'd go down on them in her high heels and her pants situation.