Yes

Erica unbuttoned her jacket and slipped it off her shoulders. She went to the buttons on her blouse.

"The feeling of clothes on my body became more and more of a scarcity as the years went on. As I went to college the three stuck around and began stripping me in front of strangers. I started to know all too well the sensation of eyes on me at all times," she finished with her blouse and dropped it in front of her. As always, she wasn't wearing a bra so stood topless in front a shocked audience. She kicked off her shoes and stood barefoot in the stand. "The feeling of Carrie seducing me into taking my clothes off was all too familiar," she said as she pulled down her pants and panties in one fell swoop, baring all to the gallery.

"Lisa putting her hands on the hem of my shirt and pulling up was another qualium I was deeply acquainted with," she started rubbing herself while tearfully recounting the story. "And putting her thumbs in the waistband of my panties, taking my clothes away from me one by one until I was as naked as an animal, if not more so-" she started moaning through her tears as she started going deeper and deeper. "I've never felt safe with the three since that fateful day, and even with them gone I can't say I ever will-AAAAAAAAH".

Erica finished both her statement and her business. She noticed that her puddles had landed right on her clothes in front of her, rendering them soaked. She then realized what she had done and her heart sank.

"Miss Fairchild, I understand your trauma, but that is simply unacceptable," Judge Jackson roared, "thirty days in the county jail for you for contempt!"

Erica just blushed and picked up her soaked clothes while the bailiff whisked her away.