Of course she does

"Amanda," says Mack, hesitantly. "I think maybe I ought to go home and put some more clothes on?"

"You don't need to do that. Trust me. It would be a bad idea." Amanda is collecting a ten-dollar bill from each of the boys, who are so focused on Mackenzie that they're barely paying attention to the money. She can't blame them. They've gotten a pretty good deal. Mackenzie stands there by the side of the fountain, in the middle of campus, wearing only a miniskirt and a soaking-wet crop top that outlines her stiff nipples and leaves a lot of underboob exposed. It's a beautiful sight. She bites her lip, squirming in place as she looks down at herself, not quite able to believe that this is really happening to her.

"But, Amanda," she squeaks, her arms crossed over her tits. "I'm practically naked."

"That's true," says Amanda, unsympathetically. "You are almost naked, aren't you?" She sees Mackenzie flinch at the word, and decides to try an experiment. "That wet top doesn't cover much. Why did you decide to throw it into the fountain, anyone? Now you're even more naked than you were before."

She watches with interest as Mackenzie's blush deepens. Another unintended side-effect. Saying "naked" once makes her aware that she's undressed, embarrassing her. Saying "naked" twice, it seems, intensifies that embarrassment. It's like turning up the dial of her shame. Whenever Mackenzie hears the word "naked", her embarrassment's going to go up a notch.

"What would you like to do instead, Mackenzie?" she asks, a wicked smile playing across her lips. "We've got the whole day ahead of us."