There's a problem with the dress

The workers continue to laugh as Lauren tries to shield herself with her only garment. In fact, their laughing seems to be getting louder, and Megan is still snapping pictures.

"W-why are you still laughing?!" Lauren asks in frustration. "Y-you can't even see anything!"

"Oh yes we can!" Megan giggles as she continues to snap pictures.

Lauren looks down and screams. The chandelier had ripped her dress down the middle at the top, meaning her itty-bitty breasts were still exposed!

In a moment of sheer, instinctual panic, the poor, penniless woman squeaked in shame as her face turned crimson and she drops the dress, once again exposing her entire body to her former servants.

They can see every inch of her pale, untoned, exposed body, from her tomato-red face, to her humiliatingly erect (and oh-so-sensitive) nipples, to her (frankly adorable) little belly paunch, to her wide, soft, squeezable hips, to her completely shaved and exposed pussy, and even her stubby (and a little chunky really) bare legs and feet. Even worse, she had backed herself towards a mirror, meaning the could see her bountiful booty too!

And Megan is still recording it all!

"I... I..." Lauren stammers as she stands there, frozen in terror, too shocked and humiliated to react.

"Oooo la la!" Mocked the Hispanic dishwasher. "Muy caliente!"

Finally regaining her senses, Lauren whimpers in shame as she squats down, and slaps her hands across her super-sensitive nipples and pussy lips.

Is that a hint of moisture between her lips? Megan muses as she keeps recording, her heart aflutter for a reason she wouldn't dare to admit to anyone.

"D-don't look!" Lauren pitifully pleads as the laughter continues to fill her ears. She looks directly at Megan, her eyes staring into the camera as her body quivers, her bare toes curl into the carpet, and her index finger slips a little deeper between her lower lips. "Pl-please?"