The first attempt

The very next day, it was 8 in the morning when Raschelle was walking down Hollywood Boulevard for breakfast.

Well, she WOULD be driven in the limousine by the chauffeur but since her father insisted that he needed it for transportation that morning for a meeting, she had no other choice but to walk among the peasants and riff-raff. She could practically SMELL the poverty emanating off the unwashed masses that dared to breathe the same air as her.

Unknown to her, a "hit" was put out on her the previous day. More specifically, on her clothes. A high risk, high reward version of pantsing.

You see, Raschelle had a secret. Since she held herself above the commoners, she held different standards for the way she was dressed too. She usually didn't even wear a bikini or undergarments underneath her clothes as her entitlement permitted her to dress as comfortable as she liked. That's what she thought, anyway. And for today, she chose a yellow sundress to take into town. She had always complained of it being too baggy and loose, but she didn't care too much about appearances this morning.

A few people in the crowd were sharks circling her. They had seen the hit put out on her dignity, and they wanted to cash in.

By the time she noticed a man with a face mask and sunglasses with his phone out pointed at her, it was too late.

Another man in a black ski mask immediately passed her and kneeled down. He held on to her dress bottom tightly and let her walk on.

In an instant, her thin dress slipped down her skinny body, exposing to the world that she was going commando underneath.

Before she could even find the culprits to yell at, they were gone in a flash, running too fast to catch up to and eventually blending into the crowd, leaving a nude rich girl with her dress around her legs in a crowded street.

"Wh-what the hell are you filthy peons looking at? Turn your eyes away, you animals!" She practically screeched in rage and indignation as he tried to salvage the dress, unintentionally giving even more of a show as she bent down to expose her plump ass.

"Stop it! Stop recording!" She tried to cover her face with her hand as everyone in the crowd either turned away or started to take pictures and record her outburst. Laughter and gasps could be heard all around.

"And... First blood." The face-mask wearing man chuckled as the first shot of this war was fired. He kept one hand on the steering wheel as he fist-bumped his friend in black at the side. "Early bird gets the worm!" his friend smiled as he uploaded the video on the website they saw the original post on. Laughter emanated from a silver van as the culprits drove away from the scene, leaving their target to clean up her mess.