Rose waits and thinks about her nudity.

It seemed to make more sense for Rose to wait up in the tree. For the moment, she was relatively safe. She was free to just breath for a moment.

The branch Rose stood on seemed firm, but between the height she stood at, and the worries about discovery, her legs felt more like jello. Rose didn't want to get down from the tree just yet, and she didn't want to fall either. So she put her hand on the tree, and carefully lowered her stance.

As she did this, Rose thought about the rough feeling of the bark on her feet. She wasn't bothered by it very much, but she didn't really like the idea of letting her unprotected pelvic region touch it directly.

Rose bit her lip looking unsatisfied. There was only one way she could sit and protect a sensitive region at the same time. The red head cautiously lowered her tablecloth and kept it around her waist. Rose moved an arm to hug her chest as she slowly sat down on the branch, letting her legs hang.

Her lower half was covered by the tablecloth. It provided a small comfort, preventing the bark from making direct contact with her skin. Still, she could sit and take a small break and wait. That light could possibly turn off, and she'd be more secure to move from the tree.

As Rose sat there, she had time to think about her situation. How she was essentially naked. If she didn't keep her hands on the tablecloth, there wouldn't be a thread on her body. Turning back and running home wouldn't help either. Sure, her home might feel safe, but not owning any clothing would still be a problem.

Turning back wasn't an option. She had to press on and get to that party to get her clothes back. If she didn't, she'd have to live as a nudist. Every single day, every hour, every minute, and every second, she would be completely naked.

Rose shuddered at that thought. She wasn't sure why. The red head looked over her smooth, uncovered skin, and wrapped her arms around her self. The reality of being naked was really sinking in. And for some reason, there was a hint of warmth under that table cloth.

Rose shook her head. No, no it wouldn't make sense for her to think about... she wasn't crazy was she?

As Rose's mind approached a bothered state, something happened.