The chief staring down at her

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

Roya blinked the sleep out of her eyes, adjusting them to the light of the setting sun. She looked up from her hunched position to see the silhouette of a woman standing over her, hands on her hips, wearing a baggy shirt and pants, as well as a hard hat that was slightly too big for her head, hanging off at an odd angle.

As she shook off her grogginess, Roya remembered where she was and how she had gotten there. Sheepishly, she looked down and vainly covered herself with her hands.

"Hey, I asked you a question. What the hell is a butt-naked woman doing sleeping in my construction site?" This woman clearly wasn't in the mood for interruptions, especially ones of this... caliber.

Roya was barely lucid enough to be embarrassed at her nudity, much less cone up with a convincing excuse for it. ****, she decided to just go with the truth; she couldn't think of anything else.

"Wow. That's quite a story." The forewoman chuckled. "You really let that bitch ride you? I wish I could have seen that."

Blushing all over, a particularly interesting sight for any soul that could have seen her voluptuous rear end, Roya asked, "So, you believe me?"

"Well, it's quite the rich tale, no normally I'd be skeptical. However, those cosplayers from earlier definitely add some validity to it."

Roya sighed a sigh of relief. Standing up, brushing dirt off her nude butt cheeks she said, "Okay, then. Sorry about squatting," she straightened herself so as not to make an innuendo about her position, "in your site here. But as long as there are no hard feelings, I should really be going. Thanks for your understanding." Covering her naughty bits, she slowly shuffled out of the playground skeleton, bare feet kicking up dirt.

As Roya made her awkward exit, it occurred to her that her words just now were not those of a strong businesswoman, but rather those of a meek employee. She realized how much her experience and state of undress had humbled her normally confident and steadfast personality. Honestly, she was starting to sound like Mimi.

Before she could pursue this line of thought further, Roya felt a sharp pinch on her left butt cheek. She let out a quick "Yipe!" and turned around to see the forewoman standing there, a smug smile over her face.

"Oh, no. I think we've had a misunderstanding. I didn't actually say you could leave."

Roya's face sullied. Of course, it couldn't be that easy. "W-what do you mean?"

The chief circled Roya slowly, while Roya frantically turned to cover as much as she could with her hands (which wasn't much). "Y'know, this is actually a rather unique opportunity. I've always worked with such rowdy staff members; they never took me seriously because I'm so young. So what if I'm only 25? I earned this job fair and square!" She stopped, and Roya turned to face her, catching a glimpse at her nametag: Sophie. "But now, I've got someone I know will listen to me.

"So here's the deal, Lady Eve. You're gonna work off that nap you just took by finishing up the work my team left undone today. I want the foundation set, the jungle gym bars attached, and the sandbox filled. Once you're done, I'll consider us square, and you can leave."

Roya glowered at her. "As if I would stoop so low as to take orders from a child like you."

"Would you stoop that low if I offered you a spare uniform in exchange?" Roya hesitated. Getting clothes would change things. "Of course, no one's stopping you from leaving. Although it would be my civic duty to report you to the police: a homeless streaker."

"I'm not homeless!"

"Could've fooled me." Roya glared at this little bitch who had the balls to order her around. Did she know who she was talking to? Maybe she should teach her.

Then again, this was a chance to finally get some clothes on. She couldn't pass up this chance, could she?