Walk into town

Cheerfully and blissfully unaware Astrid escorted the old man towards the nearby village, its structures visible on the horizon. They enjoyed a silent walk through the sunny fields - Astrid feeling the pleasant warmth on her skin, the mage taking in the views of every inch of Astrid’s naked body, her breasts giving a gentle bounce as she walked. It reminded him of some of his old escapades, when he was a younger mage. For now, he was content to merely watch.

The pair approached the bounds of the village, passing in between fences and well-tended gardens, and buildings next, before reaching the central market square. The stares of confused but enraptured townsfolk followed in Astrid’s wake. Some with disapproval, most with delight. Astrid did not seem to make anything of the attention though, as she boldly strode in front of the elderly mage until she reached the well at the plaza’s center.

”Here we are, old man.”

-”Thank you dear, that’ll be all.”

The mage began walking away. As he did so, the fuzziness in Astrid’s mind began to dissipate, and clarity returned after she shook her head a little. She felt odd.. the mild breeze affected her skin’s senses more than usual... and why were so many people looking at her and muttering?

Finally, she caught a glimpse of her own exposed skin from the periphery of her sight, and glanced downward to be met with the view of her utterly exposed body. Astrid shrieked loudly, inadvertently only drawing the attention of even more townsfolk, before flailing her arms about feebly attempting to cover her boobs and crotch, turning this way and that to avoid pointing her buttocks at a gaggle of laughing villagers. She pivoted one direction, and saw the disapproving stares of several women who were convinced she was some kind of harlot. She pivoted another to see a couple of men file out of the nearby tavern with raucous laughter and cheers. In another direction a woman who was so shocked at the indecent sight she’d dropped her basket of apples as she covered the lower half of her face with her hands.

Astrid spun about in abject embarrassment, unable to figure out how this could have happened, while the memory of her handing over her clothes only slowly began filtering back. ”Why, why did I do that?! Why did I willingly humiliate myself and walk naked into town??!” She couldn’t figure it out, and that helplessness made her feel even more embarrassed as the hoots and whistling began to rain down. She’d bury her face in her hands if she could, if it didn’t mean exposing everything else to the crowd.