The Black Market

In an instant, Vivianne appeared exactly where she had decided, being deposited onto the dark cobblestones of the witch market with an undignified plop! Her eyes grew wide as she started to panic, realizing that, of all places, she had chosen the middle of the market to teleport. Vivianne looked around in horror as the witches, and other magic users around her began to take notice of the naked witch who had appeared smack dab in the middle of the market square.

Vivi hurridly covered herself with her hands, though it did nothing to dissuade the onlookers, dozens of them, all fully dressed and laughing with mocking scorn. "Isn't that Vivianne!?" One asked, to the witch next to her. Oh gods! Vivianne realized. It was Heather, a friend of hers who she usually gossipped with. Though now, Vivianne knew she would be the topic of gossip for weeks!

Slowly, a crowd had begun to form around her, with some of the onlookers pulling out what few bits of modern technology they had to take pictures of her in her exposed state. "No, stop! Don't look at me!" Vivianne cried.

A part of her wanted to curl up and die of embarrassment, but her rational mind took charge, and she knew her best chance was to start running. She didn't even hesitate to pick a direction before she starting breaking into a sprint, or... as quick of a sprint as she could manage while still keep her breasts covered. Her tits bounced with every awkward stride, and Vivianne knew with dawning despair that there would be no way for her to protect her exposed ass as she ran away.