She makes sure they remember.

"Am I a boring showman now?" Amanda asks.

The tallest one shakes his head. "But is this really magic?"

"Are you saying this view isn't magical?"

The pudgy one speaks up again after glancing around nervously. So far, nobody's notice. "This is hot, but I don't know if this kinda thing is legal around here. Hope she doesn't get thrown in jail for being naked in public."

Mackenzie lights up like a Christmas light. Wearing effectively nothing but a tiny miniskirt, she looks down at her self--at her bare, ample bosom--and begins to panic. For reasons unknown to her, she isn't able to cover up at all. Her arms just don't budge when she attempts to bring them over her nudity. She takes deep, quick breaths, and looks to Amanda pleadingly.

"What's up, Mack?" Amanda asks with a coy smirk, knowing full well what just happened. I couldn't have planned that better myself.

"Where is my top?!"

"I think it's in the fountain."

"I'm so sorry. I just... I can't... Oh god. Stop looking!" Flustered at the boys gawking at her body, she hurries over to the fountain to spot the tiny crop top floating in the water. She lifts it up, and it's dripping wet, though she doesn't put it on.

They all look to her expectantly.

"I know it's warm out, Mack, but people can see," Amanda teases.

"I'm aware of that!"

The shortest one tries to be discreet by loudly whispering, "Is she all right?"

Amanda waves her hand dismissively. "She just likes feeling free."

Immediately, Mackenzie pulls the top over her head, and the heavy, waterlogged fabric is finally able to (barely) cover her chest. Beads of water roll down the curves of her underboob, and her sexy physique beneath. She crosses her arms around her tits self-consciously.

"How did my shirt end up in there?" she asks.