She felt a tug

Eva placed the **** Donovan on the ground and thought about her next move. She tried to take a step forward, but felt a sudden jolt of ****, causing her to stumble backwards until her back was against the elevator. She tried to move, but couldn't. Alarmed, she looked down and saw an alarming sight.

The **** she had felt was her dress - stuck in the elevator.

"No no no no", she whispered nervously, trying to pull it out from between the door. She couldn't lose her only clothing, especially not at this critical stage of her mission. Unfortunately for her, her dress didn't move no matter how hard she tried.

To make matters worse, as she saw the floor number in the display go down, she began to feel a further downward ****. First, it made her kneel as she tried desperately to pry her dress free while her back was against the elevator door. The strain on her shoulders grew as the straps of her dress began to stretch, threatening to break any moment.

She tried lowering herself as much as she could while holding on to her dress, but all her efforts were in vain. First it was the strap on her left shoulder that snapped, and then the right one followed shortly after.

"NO", she exclaimed, as her dress slipped through her fingers and through the elevator doors. She caught the last remnants of her once-intact outfit disappear through the doors as she stood up, trying to cover herself.

As she tried to cover her crotch, her mind flashed back to the events in the elevator. She suddenly realized why the old couple had been mortified. While she had been trying to drag Donovan out of the elevator, they had seen her panties lying on the floor - where they remained, agonizingly out of reach.

She was left completely naked in the middle of the corridor, with an **** Donovan lying to her side as she tried to figure out how to salvage her situation.