Shy and modest

The woman that stepped into the living room looked to be in her early twenties maybe, but she was dressed like a woman in her nineties. Beneath a beige cardigan which covered her to her wrists, Krystal could see she wore a button-up shirt which was fastened up to her neck. She wore a brown skirt which reached down to her ankles and revealed nothing of the figure underneath. A pair of black, sensible shoes peeked out from under the bottom of them. Most of the girl's face was covered by a large pair of glasses with thick black frames, and her black hair was tied back into a severe ponytail.

Her eyes widened as she saw Krystal.

"Oh my gosh!" Lilleth breathed. "You're naked."

Krystal bit back a sarcastic response. "Yep." she said instead.

"You're naked. In our living room."

"So it would seem."

The Priest poked his head out of the kitchen. "Lilleth, she had a run in with Old Angus that has left her in this state."

"The sinful old man from The King's Head?" Lilleth asked dubiously.

"No, no! The undercurrent, child! From the beach."

Lilleth gasped. "Oh no. You had to walk all the way up here like this?"

"She is in need of some clothing, daughter." the Priest pointed out before returning to the kitchen.

Krystal expected the meek, restrained girl to immediately dash upstairs to her aid. She was rather surprised, then, when Lilleth eased past her and sat on the couch beside her. Krystal was aware that it gave the girl a clear view of her bare pussy, but realised it would seem rude and a little bit silly to swap legs to try and hide it.

"Tell me all about it!" Lilleth breathed. "It must have been so... so fearful and exciting!"

"Well, uh, when I managed to escape from Angus I was just tired really. I had a bit of an adrenaline high I think and I just had to lie there to get over it."

"When did you realise you were... that you weren't... that you were naked?"

"When I sat up, I guess." Krystal replied. Her neck was beginning to hurt, so she turned in the chair in order to face Lilleth. She eased her arm up onto the back of the couch, and the other hand she rested on her own knee. It felt a lot more comfortable. "I just looked down and saw everything was gone."

"Gosh." Lilleth said, blushing. "To find yourself in public like that..." She covered her cheeks. "Why, I would just die! I think if I were naked I would just... just get back into the ocean and drown myself!"

"That's a bit ****." Krystal said. "A little bit of embarrassment is better than that, surely?"

The conversation was interrupted with the faint rattling of tea cups as the Priest returned to the room laden with a tray. He lowered it to the coffee table, then frowned as he looked at the two girls.

"Now Lilleth, it's not polite to leave our guest in such a state. You should have gotten her some clothes immediately."

"Oh but father, it's so exciting to hear her tell it! I just couldn't wait."

"Well, you can hear the tale once she's decently dressed, okay?"

Krystal bristled at that. Decently dressed. Forcing herself to be polite, she said "No, it's okay. I'm happy to tell the story now if you want."

"Oh please!" Lilleth begged.

The Priest nodded in **** agreement. Krystal uncrossed her legs and leaned forward to pick up her cup of tea. When she leaned back, she remained with her knees slightly apart and held the cup at stomach height.

It was, she would later think, one of the most surreal moments of her life. Drinking tea with a Priest and his daughter on a comfortable sofa while being completely and unabashedly naked. She spent the next twenty minutes recounting her simple story, stopping frequently to answer questions from the eager Lilleth. When she reached the part about the police taking an interest in her, however, Lilleth cut her off.

"Well actually, they wouldn't intervene. Not unless you were in danger, of course."

Krystal smirked. "What? They just let people wander around in the buff? It's not Spring Break here too, is it?"

"Oh no." Blushing, Lilleth turned to her father. "Oh father, please tell her about the charter. You tell it almost like a poem!"

The Priest sighed. "Lilleth, it won't interest her. She's naked by circumstance, not by choice. I'm sure she'll be happy to cover herself as soon as you provide something for her."

"What are you guys talking about?" Krystal asked.

"Well, you know that the village is named after Godiva?" Lilleth asked.

"Yeah. Naked chick on a horse, right?"

The Priest sighed. "Lady Godiva sacrificed her modesty to **** her Lord husband to lower taxes; it's an old tale. When this village was formed, the founder named it after her for he was a godly man who greatly respected her nobility and courage."

"Sounds like somebody naming a village 'Pornhub' or something." Krystal joked. She received blank stares.

"Name it what?" Lilleth asked.

"Never mind. Sorry, you were saying father?"

"Well, they added something to the town charter in her memory. It says... 'If any woman, of virtue pure, wishes clothing to abhor; then lawful hand shall not impair their cause.'"

"Just like a poem." Lilleth breathed.

Krystal frowned. "So wait... you're trying to tell me nudity is legal here?"

"Only for women." the Priest pointed out while shaking his head. "Lilleth, you're wasting this poor woman's time. As I said, she is not like this by choice. Please, for the last time, will you not take her upstairs and clothe her?"

"Oh, okay then father. Please, Miss Krystal, if you would like to come with me?"

The two girls stood, and Lilleth indicated that Krystal should lead. As she reached the foot of the stairs she realised this meant she would have to go first. Still, by this point a sudden burst of modesty would have seemed ridiculous. Well aware of the show she was giving to the woman behind her, Krystal ascended the stairs.

Once they reached the top, Lilleth pointed her towards her bedroom and, once inside, closed the door behind her.