What choice does she have?

Kim's heart sinks as she finds herself starting to squat.

The naked retail worker's face is just perpetually red at this point from the constant barrage of embarrassment, and feels like it is hot enough to cook an egg on.

Granted, everyone has already (repeatedly) seen her pussy and it's modest little fur pelt (she hadn't shaved it either for a long time due to her less-than-impressive date life) but she had at least occasionally trimmed it a little, so it looked more like an untidy shrub than a full-blown bush.

Still though, showing her most personal and private place off to a crowd of perverts and having it recorded too, felt like another heavy blow to her self-image.

Especially since it was still so wet and puffy from her orgasm in the grocery store and subsequent (what felt to her like) hours of edging in public.

At least she still shaved her legs pretty routinely. Wearing a skirt and pantyhose/stockings at work kind of meant she had to, but still, it was one less thing this group of hawkers could mock her for.

Kim wrinkled her nose as the mixed scent of lube, sweat, and her own past arousal wafted up to her face.

It was a pretty potent odor, and rather musky, but... not actually all that unpleasant Kim told herself. Although she definitely didn't want a group of perverted strangers getting a whiff of her secret scent.

The same German from before spoke again, ending Kim's mental musings and bringing back to reality.

Kim sighs as she looks at Gunther.

"What did he say?" She asks, the defeat evident in her tone.