Take a Seat

Charlotte, still trying to understand how she could be communicating mentally with an inanimate object, takes a seat at one of the outside tables. It isn't long after she orders a drink, that she notices a gangly nerd guy ogling her from the next table.

She realises she has left her legs open, and he is getting a good look at her scantily clad mound. She always makes sure to keep her legs crossed when sitting in crowded places. How could this have happened? She tries to close them, but a shock zaps through her hips from the Thong.

~No, you don't, little lady! This isn't the time to be bashful. I'm doing my best. Work with me, here.~

She looks back over at the pimply, four eyed nerd with greasy hair, his eyes standing out on stalks. Unintentionally, she glances down at his crotch. Her cheeks turn crimson.