She keeps quiet

Sophia was afraid to say anything, rather choosing to just keep her eyes to herself and wait until the groups finally left. It seems they were really bonding over the weird situation. Seeing as one group was about to leave and the other just coming in, it seems they were content just chatting in the reception area for a bit. Sophia could hear the conversation drag on when one of the girls sat down on the back of the couch, facing away from Sophia. Slowly, the conversation seemed to drift physically and literally her way.

"Who would even just steal someone's towel?"

"Do you think she was an exhibitionist or something? You know, someone who gets off on that sort of stuff."

"She just made up a funny story! If someone wanted to streak, why bother with the towel?"

In the midst of conversation, the people who were first just standing around in the middle of the room now joined the girl leaning on the couch. Sophia could see them walk around her on both sides, before sitting down on the couches and chairs. One guy even hopped over the back of the couch and landed next to her. The impact caused her to bounce up a little, nearly causing her to drop her pillow. As everyone settled down, still engaged in conversation, Sophia felt trapped. Her pale face grew even redder as she tried to avoid drawing any attention. Of course, everyone quickly noticed the girl hiding behind two pillows. Her bare legs and feet were uncovered, as were her arms and shoulders. She was clearly wearing very little even to a random passer-by, but in the light of the story told by the clerk everyone was extra attentive to her state of dress. A girl opposite Sophia was the first to address her directly.

"Oh hey!", she exclaimed with surprise as she noticed Sophia. She laughed a little as she informed the others: "I think that's the girl she was talking about!"

Immediately all attention was diverted directly to Sophia. She could feel their eyes scan every exposed part of her body and she had nowhere to hide. Her red face betrayed the truth as she tried to deny the accusation. She clasped the pillows tightly against her naked body, the fabric rough against her skin. Her eyes met those of the people around her, all laughing in disbelief and talking over one another as they stared at her.

"Huh, so she wasn't lying," one guy said.

"This can't be real," one of the girls said.

Sophia tried to protest, but she could not think of anything to say that would help her case. She knew that everyone around her knew she was naked behind those pillows, and it made her feel extremely embarrassed already. She did not want to know what would happen next, but she had no idea how to get out of this situation. The others began asking her questions.

"Do you do this for fun? Like, is it some sort of kink?", one of the girls said.

Sophia tried to deny it, but before she could say anything other than "no" another question was fired at her already. All of the girls were a bit younger than Sophia, but she was pretty sure they did not go to her university. They seemed fresh out of high school, and still very much in the gossip phase. Sophia knew they would not find much sympathy with them. The guys were no different. They looked at her with wide eyes, but Sophia felt like they did not even think of her as hot or sexy, even naked like this. Instead, they were just laughing at her. The line of random questions and got increasingly accusatory, and Sophia felt more and more ashamed.

"I thought the lady said you were supposed to go home naked after you broke into the office," one of the boys said.

"Yeah, and for stealing my towel!", a girl with long, straight dark hair exclaimed.

Sophia responded sternly: "No, I can't actually go out there with nothing but two pillows!"

The group laughed. "I thought you liked being naked in public."

"No, I-"

"And I don't think those pillows are yours either."

The conversation turning out worse and worse for Sophia. While she had hoped to avoid attention, she had become the very centre of it. It was not sympathetic attention either, they thought she was some sort of deviant. Although their accusations of petty thievery were clearly quite playful, they did not seem intent on helping her out. Instead, they seemed very much to enjoy teasing her and she was afraid to find out how far they would actually go. Everyone was looking at her as she desperately clung to the pillows. The girls in particular seemed to have malicious intent. Perhaps they thought she was just seeking attention, or maybe they were more angry about the towel than she had anticipated.

"You heard the woman, it's time for you to go home.", one of them stated, quite coldly.

"I can't!", Sophia protested.

"Come on, let's help her a little."

The girls stood up and closed in on Sophia. She merely cowered, holding tightly onto the two pillows that hid her naked body from a dozen prying eyes. She did not want to be seen by all these guys, and not by the girls either. As two girls grabbed hold of the pillows, she knew she was about to be exposed in front of all of them. She struggled to keep herself covered, but she was overpowered as the girls pulled the pillows away. Suddenly she found herself completely naked in the middle of the entire group of strangers. In her attempt to retain the pillows she was unable to cover up in time. Everyone there got a good look at her bare breasts, her erect nipples and even a glimpse of her pussy. They could see the stubble of her pubic hair against her pale skin. They gasped, jeered, and laughed at her as she frantically lept up, now covered herself to the best of her ability. She felt utterly humiliated as she sought a way out of the circle that had formed around her. The people behind her could see her round butt, and most of her breasts remained uncovered.