A police officer.

“What the hell...?” The officer stopped a meter away from me, lowering his flashlight slightly, though without turning off the white beam of light that blinded me.

What the officer saw was a girl with purple hair, dressed in an extremely provocative black satin bunny fetish outfit, her rear practically completely exposed and a white pom-pom highlighting her nakedness while she struggled, hanging from a charity donation bin. It was a completely surreal image and, from his legal standpoint, highly suspicious.

“I said get out!” The officer stepped forward and grabbed me by the waist with relentless firmness.

I let out a shriek of pure embarrassment as I felt his gloved hands pull me out of the container with a harsh, violent jerk. Fate took a cruel turn on me once again: the rusted metal of the rotating drum snagged the thin, taut black satin fabric of my garment. A tearing sound echoed through the air. As I landed on my feet on the cold cement, it was an absolute disaster. The bodysuit hadn't just unfastened from the previous struggle, but now it was ripped top to bottom down the front. My large breasts popped completely out of the cursed garment, leaving them fully exposed to the freezing morning air and the officer's direct gaze.

I immediately tried to cover myself with crossed arms, but there was no hiding the extent of my nakedness. My face was smudged with soot and tears, my glasses were crooked, and my dignity was reduced to rubble.

The officer, a young man who couldn't stop his eyes from greedily scanning my exposed bust and the curves of my ruined outfit, pulled out his radio without taking his eyes off my body.

“Dispatch, this is Unit 42. I have a young female in the alleyway on 5th Street. Possible burglary attempt and... public indecency. Send a backup unit.”

“No! It’s not what it looks like, please...” I stammered, my voice cracking and my chest heaving. I tried to take a step toward him to plead, but he stopped me in my tracks by placing a firm hand on my bare shoulder, pushing me back against the cold metal of the bin. “I’m a university student... they forced me. A girl took my clothes and left me like this...”

The cop let out a dry, mocking laugh. His eyes traveled down my bare legs, stopping at the high-cut groin of the bodysuit that barely covered my private area.

“Student? Don't make me laugh, gorgeous. I’ve seen plenty like you. You put on the erotic little outfit to lure clients around campus, and then you hide when things turn sour,” he said, leaning his face close to mine, suffocating me with his breath. “Let’s call a spade a spade: you’re a prostitute who tried to steal from a donation box. Nothing more. Look at you... you barely have any clothes left on.”

The word hit me with the physical force of a blow to the stomach. Prostitute. My whole life of hard work, perfect grades, and extreme shyness was reduced to a dirty label in a dark alley, while my breasts remained exposed, humiliated under the harsh light of his flashlight.

“Turn around and shut your mouth!” the officer ordered, pulling the handcuffs from his belt.

The metallic click of the ratchet opening sounded terrifying in the silence of the alleyway. “You’re going to learn the hard way how we handle your kind around here. Down at the station, a 'bunny' as well-endowed as you is just what the boys need to liven up the morning shift.”

He spun me around roughly to handcuff my hands behind my back, forcing me to press my bare breasts against the cold container. The metal chilled my skin while the cuffs locked tightly around my wrists, stripping away any defense.

A few minutes later, forced to walk awkwardly in my heels, we reached the squad car parked on the avenue. Another officer was waiting for us, leaning against the back door.

“Look what we caught stealing clothes, Ramirez. Says she’s a ‘student,’” my captor said, shining his flashlight directly onto my fully exposed chest.

Officer Ramirez straightened up slowly, taking in my ruined silhouette, the torn black satin, and the white pom-pom on my back with a morbid slowness, before letting out a contemptuous chuckle.

“Please... That’s not a student’s uniform, not here or anywhere else. She’s chosen a very... professional uniform. Load her in the back. Let’s take her on the long route before we report to station.”