They chase her around the apartment

"Okay, okay, that’s enough staring!" Sophie shrieked, tearing herself free from Viki’s grasp. The feeling of Robin’s gaze burning into her bare chest was too much. She felt like she was vibrating with humiliation. "I need a towel! A big, fluffy towel!"

She bolted for the door. To Sophie, she was attemoting to be a modest girl fleeing a room full of prying eyes, **** for the sanctuary of the bathroom. To Robin and Viki, they were watching the frantic, bouncing retreat of a completely naked nineteen-year-old.

"Go get her, Robin!" Viki laughed, shoving him forward. "Don't let her lock herself in! She’ll peel the paint off the walls with anxiety in there."

Robin scrambled up, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to follow. "I'm going! I'm going!"

Sophie dashed into the hallway and made a beeline for the linen closet near the bathroom. She could hear Robin’s thundering footsteps behind her. "Eeeek! I’m not decent!" she cried out over her shoulder, the irony lost on her as her bare ass jiggled with every step.

"You were never decent, Soph! It's fine!" Robin yelled back, though he sounded like he was hyperventilating.

She reached the closet and threw the door open, grabbing the largest beach towel they owned. It was a thick, giant thing. "This will work," she muttered to herself. "This has to work."

She spun around just as Robin skidded into the hallway, sliding slightly on the wooden floor. He came to a halt just two feet away, his eyes wide and locked onto her. Sophie quickly wrapped the towel around herself, tucking it just above her chest.

"Ha!" she exclaimed, breathless. "See? I’m covered now!"

Robin stared. He blinked. He stared some more. "Uh... Soph?"

Sophie’s smile faltered. "What?"

"You’re... still... uh..." Robin gestured vaguely at her body. He didn't know where to look. Her legs were bare, her hips were bare, and the towel he knew she was holding was simply gone.

"No," she whispered, looking down at herself. She felt the rough terry cloth against her skin. She saw the turquoise color. But when she looked at Robin, his eyes were drifting downward, right to the patch of dark curls between her legs.

"Still very much naked, Soph," Robin confirmed, his voice cracking.

"Argh!" Sophie screamed. She ripped the towel off and threw it at him. "Take it! If I can't wear it, you wear it!"

Robin yelped as the invisible towel hit him in the face, becoming visible only as it tumbled over his head and covered his eyes. "Oof!" he mumbled, struggling to pull the fabric off.

Sophie used the distraction to sprint past him, heading for the living room. She needed to find something—anything—that wouldn't disappear. Maybe a lamp? A rug?

She ran into the main room, her bare feet slapping against the floor. She spotted a large laundry basket full of clean clothes in the corner. "Clothes! Maybe dirty clothes work?"

She dove for the basket, but Viki was waiting for her, stepping out from behind the kitchen island with a mischievous grin. Sophie tried to pivot and dodge, but her socks slipped on the tile. She crashed to her knees, sliding across the floor and coming to a stop right at Viki’s feet.

"Oof!" Sophie groaned, trying to scramble up on all fours.

Viki looked down at her. "Having trouble there, streaker?"

"Don't call me that!" Sophie cried, pushing herself up. She was on her knees, her back to Viki, completely exposed.

Robin came running into the room, finally free of the towel. "I got the towel! It's visible now!" he announced, holding it up like a prize.

"Good job," Viki said, not looking away from Sophie. "But Sofie here is trying to cover herself in laundry. Go help her, Robin."

"Wh-what?" Robin stammered.

"She can't cover up, Robin," Viki said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that Sophie could still hear. "She needs help getting used to the air. The feeling of being... open. It’s for her own good."

Sophie backed away from them, her eyes darting around the room for an escape route. "You guys are crazy. I just want to not look naked!"

She spied the couch and thought she could vault over the back to reach the balcony door, maybe grab a curtain. She took off running again.

"Oh no you don't," Viki said.

Viki lunged forward, not to grab Sophie, but to grab the back of Robin’s shirt and shove him forward playfully. "Tackle her! Gently!"

"Whoa!" Robin stumbled forward, arms outstretched to catch himself. He collided with Sophie just as she tried to leap over the armrest.

They went down in a tangle of limbs.

"Oof!" Robin grunted as they landed side-by-side on the couch cushions.

Sophie ended up underneath him, her legs tangled with his. Robin’s face was pressed against her neck, and one of his hands had landed squarely on her outer thigh, sliding upward due to the momentum until his fingers were digging into the soft flesh of her side boob.

"Robin!" Sophie squeaked, trying to wiggle out from under him. But he was heavier than he looked.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Robin panicked, trying to push himself up. He planted his hand on the couch cushion to lever himself up, but his knee slipped between her legs.

To Robin, it was an accidental slip. To Sophie, it was a shocking invasion.

"Wait! Your knee!" she gasped, squeezing her eyes shut as she felt his leg pressing right against her most private area. He was practically straddling her thigh.

"Hold her still, Robin," Viki’s voice came from above them, laughing hysterically. "Make sure she doesn't run off again, she could bolt right out the door at this level of frenzy!"

"I'm trying to get up!" Robin protested, his face bright red. He was acutely aware of the soft, warm skin of Sophie’s inner thigh brushing against his jeans. He was hard, and he was terrified she would notice.

"Youre just so close!" Sophie writhed beneath him, her movements unintentionally rubbing her chest against his. She could feel her nipples dragging against his t-shirt.

"You're making it worse!" Robin groaned, finally managing to scramble off the couch and land on the floor with a thud.

Sophie didn't waste a second. She rolled off the couch and hit the floor running, crawling on all fours for a moment before scrambling to her feet. She didn't care about dignity anymore; she just needed to hide.

"The kitchen!" she yelled. "I'll hide in the pantry!"

She sprinted for the pantry door, but Robin, still on his knees, reached out instinctively to grab her ankle to stop her from "hurting herself." His hand closed around her slender ankle, and he yanked.

"Gotcha!"

Sophie lost her balance and fell forward onto the kitchen rug with a soft thud. She landed on her stomach, her legs splayed behind her.

Before she could scramble up, Robin crawled forward, grabbing her other ankle to "restrain" her. "I caught her! Viki, I caught her!"

"Good boy," Viki cooed, walking into the kitchen and looking down at the spectacle. Sophie was flat on her stomach, her legs held apart by Robin’s grip on her ankles. She was completely exposed from behind.