The button is missing

Amy shuffles away from James, cursing under her breath and pulling the wet fabric of her jeans back up her legs. After a few short shuffles - unwittingly treating you to a nice view of her shaking arse - she gets them back up, and pauses. The button to clasp the jeans back up is gone, clearly joining the other variety of her buttons on the floor somewhere.

"For fuck sake!" she growls, turning to glare down at James. "Do not fucking touch me!" she growled, before looking down at herself. With the jeans rather wet they are at least clinging to her hips, she might still be able to make a dash to her car for a change of clothes, but it would be a risk.