Stripped

The crowd is growing restless.

You stand there in just your new pair of panties and boots as the crowd continues to chant.

You quickly place down the other tray, and cover your tits with one arm, and your pussy with the other.

"Cmon, arms up , slut!" Someone yells out.

"Let us see that gorgeous body!"

"Yeah! Lift those arms, slut!"

"I wanna see your sexy tits and pussy!"

The chants are becoming too much, and the crowd is getting aggressive.

You look around. For some kind of escape.

My best bet would be to make a run for the stair get back to my room and then-

Your plans interrupted by a sudden grip on your arm. It's the innkeeper.

You're saved! Thank god!

He pulls you in close and whispers in your ear.

"It's better to just go along with it. It's not that bad."

You look at him with a puzzled expression.

"Trust me, just let them have their fun, and they'll calm down. Theres only an hour left of service, then you're free to go. I'll even give you an extra night stay."

The chanting grows louder and louder.

"I don't have a choice, do I?" You ask.

"Not really" he says, pushing you back towards the crowd.

Why are men like this? All they care about is sex... Well, if I must...

You slowly move your hands towards your panties, much to the delight of the crowd.

You slide them down, and off, stepping out of them.

"Yeaah!" Someone shouts.