What the hell do you think...

It was only when Laylah leaned back a little to laugh at one of Ross's timid jokes that David noticed:

There, about an inch above where the table obstructed view from the rest of her body, was a small, uninterrupted horizontal strip of pale flesh.

that small flash of skin was all David needed to see to know that Laylah's dress had unraveled to the point where it now only came down to about 5 inches below the bottom of her breasts. David couldn't see it, but he knew that below the table, Laylah was completely nude.

David's mind ramped into overdrive thinking of how to get Shyann away from this table and out of the restaurant without her noticing Laylah's naked lower half. It was clear now that she was looking at David when she sat down, not catching sight of his friend's undressed state, but all it would take now was for her to lean back and look to her left and she'd be screaming about how his best friend of 10+ years had lost control of her decency in public and that she never wanted to see her or him ever again.

David thought furiously, "What do I do?! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! I... I could fake an illness! Yeah! Yeah, I'll fake being sick and stumble out of my chair to the right and Shyann will look at me and not Laylah and we'll go and we can get out of this mess! Yeah! Yeah that's it! I'm a genius-"

"Could you pass the parmesan?" Shyann said.

"I got it!" Laylah said.

David's mind imploded as Laylah stood up, exposing her pale midriff, then her bellybutton, then the bottom of her slightly chubby tummy, then, at long horrible last, her pubic mound, topped with a small patch of auburn pubic hair.

David looked on in horror as both Shyann's and Ross's eyes nearly bugged out of their heads at the sudden appearance of Laylah's naked lower body. She leaned over the table, basically sticking her bare butt right in Shyann's face, grabbed the parmesan shaker from between Ross and David, then placed it right in front of Shyann's plate, before sitting down again.

Laylah's cheery smile fell as she looked at all three people at her table gawking at her in stunned silence.

She looked at the three of them in confusion, and as if god were personally playing a joke on everyone there, the knot on Laylah's top gave out, the untied straps falling uselessly down.

As what remained of Laylah's dress fell down, sliding off her large, pale breasts and pink nipples that stiffened into large peaks before everyone's eyes in the cold, AC of the restaurant, Laylah blinked stupidly.

...

"... what's up you guys? Is there something on my face?"