The rest of her pants

Ela looked down, and saw that her crotch and pale, slender legs were exposed. She had trimmed her green tinted bush into a shape that somewhat resembled a skull. She blushed, then squealed, shooting one hand down to cover her pussy, and the other to cover her ass, yelping as she accidentally smacked her ass.

“I really need to stop going commando.” She whined. Ela nervously looked around the main room for a safe way out, but stopped when she remembered she could use the other set stairs next to her to go back upstairs. “As much as I don’t want Mira rubbing this in my face, I really don’t want the enemy to see me like this.”

Ela walked over to the stairs, and began her ascent. She swiveled her head around as she heard a creaking sound that was definitely not coming from the stairs. “Who the fuck was that?” She muttered. After a few seconds of paranoia, Ela wearily turned her attention back to the stairs, and started walking again. When Ela was about to step onto the second floor, she heard another creak. “Frost? If that’s you, that’s not funny.” She pouted. When she got no response, she got off the stairs, and started walking.

“Olà.” A voice said, from behind Ela.

Before she could react, a knife cut through the back of her jacket, and it was whipped off of her body. She squealed as she felt a hand smack her ass, hard. When she turned around to chew out her assailant, there was nobody in sight.

She sniffled as she rubbed her red ass cheek. “That really fucking hurt!” She whined. Although her jacket had just been swiped from her, she was more focused on her smacked ass. She also wore a green tactical shirt underneath, so she wasn’t really feeling anymore exposed than before.

“I hope everybody’s nice to me when I get back to base.” She whined, indignantly. She turned back around, and continued her journey.