Go with Hannah.

The two of you wait near the road. It's fine for her, but you're the one that's still topless. For some reason, it makes it even worse that she's standing so close to you. She smells nice, and she has a surprisingly strong presence. It doesn't help that she keeps checking you out, and clearly doesn't care that you notice. Every time a car goes by, you cringe. Surely some of them have noticed the topless girl standing there, even if you're covering up.

"Relax," she says softly. "He'll be almost here."

You wonder who's coming. Probably a taxi. Though, after several minutes, a hot red Lamborghini pulls up on the side of the road. You're taken by surprise when she holds your hand, and guides you over, leaving you only one arm to cover up, though you don't feel the need to fight.

An old man steps out of the driver's seat, and strangely enough, doesn't act weird towards your situation. He just opens the back seat's door and beckons you both inside. "Please, Miss Hannah."

"Thank you, Hubert." She curtsies politely, and gestures you to enter first. She follows suit.

The inside of the vehicle is spacious and more expensive than anything you've put your rear on before. Is this just the world's fanciest Uber? The car starts up and begins to move, and you feel relieved at last. Nobody can walk in on you now.

Hannah looks over. "You can drop your arms now if you want. Hubert couldn't care less, and well... I suppose I would care, though not in a bad way."

You tell her that you'd rather keep covering for now...

"Suit yourself."