Someone shows up late (Guess where they wanna sit)

Nancy was hyperaware of her own state of dress. Every sense fixated on the feeling of her underwear on her body and the exposed skin in contact with the theatre chair. Now that the dress wasn't bothering her anymore her head was clear enough to realize how insane this is. She was starting to regret it.

Only a small fraction of her was alert enough to notice something in her peripheral vision. Someone had arrived to the movie late. A stranger was making his way over to where she was sitting! And he wasn't wasting any time hustling over...

"NONONONO" Nancy's mind was in a silent panic. She had to act FAST with no time to think. No time to grab anything of particular importance.

In her panic she hopped over the chair and made her way to a different row. She only hoped nobody noticed her, or at least what she was wearing. Her eyes squeezed shut as she stuck to her hiding spot. After a few anxious minutes she realized nobody said anything. So she wasn't spotted. This was a relief if only a brief one. A brief relief if you will.

This brief relief turned to grief when she looked over and saw the man who came in... sitting a measly 2 seats away from her dress. There was no getting it now until he cleared out!

That was problem one. There was another problem caused by her reckless climbing over seats.