Unintended Revelations

Autumn's seductive hues of amber and crimson painted Newbridge, hinting at the wild whirlwind of events about to unfurl. Traversing the city streets, Fiona's modest attire felt both protective and restricting. She often admired those who wore less and flaunted more. "Perhaps if I swapped these nerdy threads for something a tad more revealing, Matthew might... well, look my way more often," she daydreamed with a playful smirk.

Matthew, her dashing yet obliviously dense lab partner, never seemed to catch her lingering glances. In her mind, she daydreamed of him noticing her, not just for the sharp intellect but for... well, those curves she often hid.

They say fate has a wicked sense of humor.

Walking into the lab, Fiona was greeted not by the usual hum of machines, but by an eyeful of au naturale audacity. A band of nude, masked women stood amidst scattered research notes. There were four - each nude with a black mask obscuring their faces and cloth holsters on their thighs and ankles for their guns. One of them was slender, with small perky tits, and her short hair in a mohawk. There was a dirty blonde, shoulder length hair with perfect round breasts and delightfully pink areolas. A confident, muscular black woman with thick curly hair and a strong demeanor despite her nudity. Lastly, there should a brunette with long hair, right up to her exposed butt. Her curves were enticing, her boobs a fair size and her shaved pussy looked amazing in the moonlight. Their gleaming skin contrasted sharply with the clinical white of the lab. Lastly there was a Fiona's face blazed brighter than a summer's day, her thoughts a wild mix of "Is this for real?" and "Please, floor, swallow me now!"

Bound and looking quite... disturbed, was Matthew. Was he more scared for his life or just entranced by the sudden... exposure?

Spotting Fiona, a hush fell. Clearly the nude beauties didn't expect to see anyone else here. The brunette, with a demeanor that screamed 'second-in-command', pointed and ordered, "Tie her up. And seriously, someone get her out of those frumpy clothes!"

As the women began to make their exit, the blonde lingered behind. Fiona felt a sense of familiarity. It wasn't the unclothed body that gave her pause, but the eyes. They whispered secrets and rebellion.

The mysterious woman closed in, her voice a hushed urgency, "I'm here to help, not harm. But now's not the time for questions." Fiona's gaze darted down and then, embarrassingly quickly, back up. The woman smirked, "Oh honey, you're in for a wild ride."

Before Fiona could react, her world went black. The last sound to grace her ears was the woman's voice, laced with intrigue, "Things just got a whole lot more interesting. Send backup!"