But what of the panties?

Well..

As Alex stopped, her panties slid down her thighs and landed around her ankles. Without a care, she stepped out of them, leaving them crumpled on the pavement. The squirrels, now emboldened by their success with her shirt, darted towards the discarded underwear, their tiny paws carrying the fabric away in pieces. The man in the black suit raised an eyebrow, a mix of amusement and disbelief on his face as he watched the scene unfold. He slowed his pace, keeping a safe distance, wondering what she would do next. Alex, still engrossed in her book, turned another page, oblivious to the commotion around her.

The man in black picked up the tattered remnants of Alex's panties, the word "Monday" still gleaming in gold against the frayed fabric. He couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of it all, shaking his head in disbelief. The squirrels, now triumphant, chattered and screeched, their tiny paws waving in the air as they celebrated their victory. One of them, bolder than the others, hopped onto the man's shoulder, chirping angrily as if demanding the prize he held. The man laughed, holding the panties out of reach, teasing the squirrel with its trophy.

The front part of the panties flapped open uselessly, the delicate fabric catching the breeze as the man's eyes lingered on the mental image of Alex's exposed pussy. His imagination ran wild, picturing the soft curves and the **** look on her face as the squirrels claimed their prize. The bold squirrel on his shoulder chirped angrily, its tiny claws digging into his jacket as it reached for the trophy. He chuckled, shifting slightly to keep the panties just out of its grasp.

Meanwhile, Alex walked ahead, oblivious to the man's gaze. Her ragged shirt slipped further down her shoulder, revealing a slender bra strap beneath.