She goes back to her office

No woman may hold any loose object in front of her body in order to hide it, though they may hide behind furniture and other features of the landscape as they see fit.

After the meeting, Jane walked back to her office, trying to ignore the stares her naked body drew. She carried her laptop at her side, facing the wall. As much as she would have wanted to at least cover some part of herself with it, the law expressly prohibited it. Women had to be prime viewing objects at all times, no matter how much it humiliated them. So for now, she walked, laptop carried uselessly at her side, her nude body completely exposed to anyone who she happened to walk by.

That meeting had been a nightmare. Jane had been humiliated in front of everyone. To them, she'd never be Jane again, she'd just be the sharp-tongued naked woman who couldn't control her employees. Oh God, she was going to have to be naked around those people again, people who felt entitled to steamroll her, to disrespect her authority—even more so than when she hadn't been naked!

As Jane reached the door of her office, a draft of cold air leaked through the crack in the door, brushing her naked breast. Holding her arm over her breast to ward off the cold, Jane opened up the door.

A gust of cold wind slammed Jane's bare front, causing her to shiver. She stepped inside and closed the door, regretting it almost immediately. Inside her office it was freezing. The window pane had been removed from the window completely, allowing the freezing winter air to completely saturate the room. Two men, burly and gruff, stood near the window. One held the pane in his hands, the other seemed to be tinkering with the frame.

"E-Excuse me", said Jane, teeth chattering. Her arms automatically moved her laptop over her naked body, to stop the chill and hide it at least somewhat from the two strange men in the room. "Wh-what ar-re you doing in h-here?". She tried to remain professional when she spoke, but it was difficult to retain her proper composure with how much she was shivering.

"You call for a window replacement?" asked the man who was working on the windowframe—his nametag named him Frank—"this one's all gunked up. I need to remove the gunk before reinstalling it."

Jane gasped, still shivering as the cold air found her exposed skin. "B-but...you can't...I need to w-work here!" she protested, "I can't work here if-if it's freezing cold! Look at me—"

She immediately regretted saying that, blushing as the men eyed her quivering, naked figure. "Don't think you're allowed to cover yourself like that," commented the second man—Joe. He nodded to her laptop, which she was still holding in front of her naked body. _Crap_, thought Jane, but he was right. If he reported her to the authorities...

She quickly removed her computer from her nude front, exposing it to the men, who continued staring. The cold air was now hitting her bare skin uninhibited, causing her bare breasts and stomach to erupt into goosebumps. Trying not to shake, Jane stood up straight and walked into the room, setting her laptop down on the desk. Joe was still following her breasts with his hungry eyes, and Frank had his attention focused on her vagina.

Sighing, Jane placed her left hand over her breasts and her right hand over her vagina. It was humiliating, having to cover her lady bits like this, how she had to use both hands just to retain the barest level of her modesty. "Gentlemen, when should I expect this w-window to be reinstalled? I can't very w-well work l-like this!". Damn it, the shivering made it difficult to keep her hands over her privates. She hoped she hadn't flashed anything. She was just one naked woman, with nothing at all to protect her nubile body from the cold! How was she supposed to get these men to listen to her?

Joe grinned at Jane, eyes flashing. "We'll get it done soon. You must be really cold!". Jane nodded solemnly, shivering yet more as she wrapped her arms tighter around her threadbare form. Joe's smile deepened. Oh god, they were enjoying this! The thought would have made her want to squirm, if she didn't think that would turn them on even more!

"Well," said Jane, flushing, "I'm going to be"—her breath hitched with a shiver—"working in here, I- I guess." She sat down on the cold fabric of her chair, arms still wrapped around her **** form. Only once she'd turned her body away from the perverted men did she finally remove her hands from it, starting up her desktop and getting to work.