She was pretending.

"Umm...well, see...I was..."

You noticed that as she was stammering, trying to find an excuse for her seemingly being blind to her clothes being there, that she stopped covering herself.

As she was looking away, fiddling with your shirt, you could swear that her thighs were rather...moist.

"Zoe...you realize that you're showing me your..."

"Waaah! I...oh god."

She crossed her thicc legs, covered herself and let out a little squeak as she turned red. You could swear she was biting her lip and trying to suppress a smirk.

As you stared at her, she looked like she was breathing heavily.

"C-could you please, hand me my clothes, so I can leave...?"

She looked up at you, looking every bit like she used to back when you used to bully her. That's when you decided to ask the big question.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

The color immediately drained from her face as her mouth opened in shock. For a few seconds, she looked like she saw a ghost. It opened and closed a few times as she tried to think of a rebuttal.

She then covered her face with her hands as she tried desperately not to look at you.

"I'm not hearing a no..."

You didn't hear a no, but you sure did hear what sounded like a squeal from Zoe's lips as she shook in pure humiliation.