Town.

"Let's just walk around town. That sounds fun," you suggest.

Her face brightens. "Sounds good! Meet me outside in a few. You should probably wear shorts, though. It's toasty out there. I can feel my body burning up already. I'm already hot, wearing just this top... but I think if I went jogging with less, I'd get in trouble." She laughs. "All right. Let's do it."

Trying to suppress the image of what she just said, you head back to your room and throw on a pair of shorts, and then head to the front yard. After a few minutes, the door finally opens to yet another vision that makes you cringe. The top she's wearing can barely contain her massive melons. Between the straps, it's cut very low, and beneath that, she has an incredibly short pair of tight, blue shorts. By the looks of things, there's no way she could possibly be wearing a bra with that outfit. Every movement she makes causes her cleavage to jiggle, and you feel like at any moment, they'll pop free.

"I hope you can keep up," she teases. "Don't worry. I don't jog too quickly."