You can do this. Nude.

The devils are downright terrifying. Like, even with what they’ve shown you, what other powers could they be hiding? You can’t even begin to fathom. And as much as it irks you, you have to admit that sticking to their rules is probably the safest play. So, with one last survey of your dusky surroundings, you make your choice. Yeah, you can totally do this.

Your nerves are dancing all on their own as you start peeling off layers, starting with the warm safety of your sweater. You start folding it but give up halfway through and toss it to the side. Once it’s off, your shirt and lounge pants are next, leaving you in just your red bra and bikini-cut panties, the color is fading into burgundy in the low light.

Now the moment of truth is here. All you want to do is get it over with, no reason to fuss about it. You unhook your bra, let it drop right on the ground, and shimmy your panties down your legs. The stack of clothing sits haphazardly, beside your disused swimsuit, panties inverted right on top. Damn, there’s a girl wandering around here who’s really daring, you joke to yourself.

You’re totally naked, outside! You’ve never done anything even remotely like this before. And all you can think about is what somebody would see if they saw you, so you look down at your body.

It’s dark, but you can still see the swell of your breasts, just a little smaller than you think is ideal. But they’re still cute. Your pink nipples poke out stiffly in the cold, begging for attention. Further down, your soft, full thighs lead up to{if@ vulva = true
} a mostly-untrimmed dark brown tuft. You frown at its unkemptness -- can’t have people thinking you’re inexperienced at this.{else
} your girldick. You don't know what the hell you'd do if someone got eyes on that. It's small, just sitting down there idly, but it makes your display twice as lewd. And, shaved bare, it's completely exposed.{endif
} Even in the dark, your nakedness feels shameful and wild. You have to stop yourself from covering your body from the imagined eyes in the distance. Keep your cool.

The swimsuit sits with the rest of your clothing, unused, and a flash of anger at the devils for the indignation passes over you. But, not wanting to waste any time, you quickly spring into the fountain.

Oh my god!

You barely stop yourself from yelping. It is utterly freezing, immediately taking your breath away. You really don’t want to subject any more of your body to the freezing water, but you have a suspicion that control is part of what turns the devils on. Gross. So you lower yourself in, holding your breath, keeping your jittery movements steady so that no sound rises above that of the fountain spray. Finally, you hop out and wrap the towel around your shivering body as quickly as possible.

You pause for a moment, completely out of breath. You half-expect the devils (or a reality TV camera crew, or teenagers) to come springing out of the underbrush and taunt you, but nothing stirs. With your torso partially dry, you fight with your panties, don’t bother with your bra, and don the rest of your clothes under the partial cover of the towel.

You did it! Just as the devils asked, and no one was the wiser. Despite everything, you feel weirdly proud of yourself. This took courage, and you really stepped out of your comfort zone tonight.

Once you hear the thump of the car door, verifying your safety, you are hit by something completely different: a true wave of arousal, spreading through your body, curling around erogenous zones, and then bouncing back for a second pass before subsiding. The excitement of stripping, the fear of getting caught, and maybe even the submission from being **** to do it; all of these things had burned in you silently, and they’re coming to the surface now that you’re somewhere safe. You make a note to take care of those urges once you get home, and finally you set off.