How far do they go?

Shorty's

The most Waverly had ever worn outside of the homestead was, maybe, a swimsuit if she was out somewhere that needed one. Anytime else, especially outside, she wore much more conservative clothing.

Except for now. She was completely naked and barefoot, walking down the street as if she didn't have a care in the world as something else piloted her body for her. She felt every stray stare, and knew the person she was walking with had his eyes glued to her butt.

She silently prayed that this would be over soon. It was all she could do.

She recognized the street soon enough, and knew it was going to get a whole lot worse before it would get better. Shorty's Bar was this way, one of the busiest places in the whole town and, worse, somewhere she'd used to work. Everyone there would recognize her, most of them had hit on her, and now they were about to see her naked.

Waverly kept walking despite every impulse making her want to turn and run. Nude, she approached her former workplace and heard the catcalls start up instantaneously as they saw her.