Doorbell

Sommer spent most of her day hiding her body, sitting on the couch with cushions over her private parts. She felt too exposed to do anything. Normally she'd work out, prep meals, style her hair and makeup. But every time she moved she saw the livestreaming cameras and crept back to the couch, too embarrassed to go about her day naked.

Suddenly, in the early afternoon her doorbell ran. Sommer froze. Who could it be? How could she answer the door naked? She waited, hoping they'd go away. Unfortunately, the bell rang again. Then again. Sommer sighed. It was clear they weren't going anywhere and she'd have to deal with them. So, with pained ****, Sommer shuffled to the front door, holding throw pillows over her chest and crotch. She awkwardly opened it, using her arm to keep the pillow to her chest.