The waiting room is for waiting

"Very well," the lawyer smirked and nodded as he eyed the blushing Melissa up and down, "I think I've seen what I needed to see."

Before Melissa could think to get dressed, the lawyer's phone rang on his desk and he picked it up.

"Hello, yes? Oh hi Mark, great to see you!"

He then turned to Melissa, with a "could you wait outside? We'll have a talk about whether you have a case."

Melissa turned to go, not even bothering with her clothes. She noticed that as she turned around, she stepped out of not only her panties and skirt, but her sandals, too! Not only was she completely naked in the cool office, but barefoot!

This became greatly more intense as she walked out of the cool office into the larger, more imposing, and cooler waiting room lined with sheer marble that was whiter than even Melissa's naked skin and that sapped the large heat she was generating from the soles of her feet.

Melissa looked around for a bench to sit on, but saw none, so she walked to a marble column and leaned on it, hoping to hide herself from the view of the patrons. This was not too successful, however, as many patrons passed by in their sharp-dressed suits and looked toward the naked Melissa, tutting and scowling in disapproval.

Melissa thought about how this was even worse than the dentist and the optometrist! Those were somewhat medical situations, even if ones people didn't get naked in. In any event, people didn't dress up in them like they dressed up here! This was even slightly worse than the experience with the jail, too, since she wasn't fully free then like she was now... fully free...

Melissa slapped her forehead, cursing herself for not getting her clothes (let alone getting dressed!) before heading out to the waiting room. She had probably blown her case, too - she couldn't imagine how Dr. Jorgensen and Dr. Stevenson would testify. If anything, they might sue her for defamation! And based on how things were going, the lawyer would perhaps feel her and notice her juices. Oh god... her juices were starting to go to the tops of her thighs...

Soon enough, the lawyer came out, and after looking around for a bit approached Melissa with a neutral.

"Come into my office," he said with a neutral expression, "let's talk."