Tons

Lauren timidly follows her mother as the walk through the mall. Her face is blushing crimson, and because her mother insists on holding her hand (and because she needs a hand to repeatedly tug down her nightie), she can do nothing to hide her face from the growing number of people staring at her.

It's just a few people at first, but as their walk continues, more and more people stop what they're doing to stare at poor Lauren. Soon people are murmuring and giggling as they watch her struggle (and fail) to protect her modesty.

Of course, things don't stop there. Soon people are pulling out their phones and recording her embarrassing march across the mall.

"M-mom? Where are we going?" Lauren timidly asks as she feels her nightie ride up yet again, just in time to flash her bountiful booty to a couple of college-age men.

"Stop you're whining! We're almost there," Michelle says, not bothering to acknowledge her daughter's obvious distress, or the growing number of comments being muttered by passers-by.

Lauren's spirits start to soar as they approach one of the many expensive, fru-fru clothing boutiques in the mall, but then her hopes are dashed once more as they pass it.

"I'm glad this is still here," Michelle says as she finally comes to a halt. "With all that news about the chain closing, I wasn't sure if we would get to come here one last time..."

Oh no! Lauren thinks as the color in her face drains. Not here! Please!