They call the police (An ending?)

Dave looked at Megan slowly shaking his head. "I'm afraid not," he said slowly. "You're not getting any clothes until the police arrive, we need the proof that you've been streaking."

Megan stared at him in horror, her hands trying to keep her breasts covered, her legs pressed tightly together. "But..." She tried.

The guards ignored her, heading out the door and leaving her sat in the small security office, completely naked.

She didn't know how long she waited, but her mind was numb. How many people had seen her completely naked today? And now the police were going to see her naked too! For a second she worried about the bookshop, she should have opened up ages ago, she'd be in trouble for sure.

She couldn't help but laugh slightly hysterically. She couldn't show her face in the mall again after this had happened, even if they didn't fire her she'd have to leave anyway.

She was so lost in her situation that she barely even registered when the police officers arrived. A man and a woman, two more people to add to the list of those who had seen her naked.

They probably spoke to her, read her her rights or something, but she couldn't respond, instead feeling them drag her from her seat, handcuffing her hands behind her back.

You watch as the police give Megan her second walk of shame through the mall. With her hands cuffed behind her back, her large breasts bounce with every step, her hairy pussy clearly visible to all the gawping shoppers.

You've clearly broken Megan completely, and in theory this could be the end of her story. There's plenty more people to play with in the lunchtime mall after all, and you've only got a week to play with their lives.

Then again, there could be more stories to tell of the naked girl in the back of the police car. So it's back to your original question, the first thing that came to your mind when you arrived on Earth. Who to play with now?