Her bra

James grabs his bag, pulling a spare white shirt out and waving it under her nose. "You can have this..... if you give me your bra."

"What?" Amy asks in shock. "I am not taking off my bra!"

James smiles at her and shrugs. "Okay. Fine. I'll let you carry on like that then."

As he speaks Amy's eyes fall down to her completely ruined shirt and jeans. There's no way she can wear those, but also she can hardly run through the mall in her underwear to find more clothes. There really is no option.

"Fine." Amy finally relents. "You're an ass."

James' eyes open wide as he watches Amy reach behind her, unhooking her bra and letting her breasts free, quickly covering them with one arm, but not before James can snap another photo of her stood there completely topless.

Amy snatches the shirt from him, pulling it over her shoulders, but as she goes to button it up she discovers just how tight it is. Every button gapes open showing a large amount of skin and cleavage. "What about my jeans?"