She tries to continue

Looking around slowly, Jenny lifts herself out of the water once more, keeping one hand pressed against her breasts, trying to keep her nipples from view as she made her way to the edge of the fountain. If she found her mother she could get her bag back and her mother could get her a spare shirt. Things can still be fixed.

You shake your head as she prepares to climb out, knowing full well that she doesn't have a chance. With a little manipulation you loosen a bolt on the edge of the fountain and watch as it deftly snags onto the pocket of her jeans. There's a muffled ripping sound as Jenny moves out of the fountain, but her jeans stay behind, purple undershorts suddenly on full view to the whole area.

Jenny falls flat on her face on the floor outside the fountain, one leg still on the fountain caught in the tatters of her jeans, her cute purple shorts just as wet as the rest of her hugging her pert arse tightly.