Try to get her dress back, and run further inside

Oh god, oh god-

All but forgetting about the reason why they were really there, Kendra crouched to quickly try and pull her dress up again. One of the guards took that opportunity to approach.

She yelped, stumbling as much as running back; his foot came down on the foot of her dress.

There was another, awful, ripping sound. Kendra shrieked as her dress was ruined further, the **** wrenching it out of one of her hands.

What she was left with was half the dress, hurriedly grabbed in both hands, the other half below the guard's foot. She'd gone from fully dressed to having a shredded red sheet.

Slightly frantic she pulled the sheet back, holding it over her front to finally hide her tits again, glad it went low enough to hide her panties.

From the front at least. She squeaked as she remembered what she'd look like from the back or, hell, even from the side, with her thong.

She wasn't a fighter normally, let alone when she was like this! Kendra stumbled back, away from the guards still, before whimpering. They were gaining on her, she'd have to-

Kendra turned, squealing as she as good as bared her ass to her pursuers, and ran full pelt through the brawl. She couldn't help her teammates!

And there was no way she was going out onto the city's streets. Desperately clutching the torn sheet of fabric to her chest, Kendra hurried for the stairwell; it was the only even potential cover she could find.

She passed Sara, cheeks burning as her teammate's gaze lingered on her for a couple of seconds longer than strictly necessary. Still, Sara nodded.

"I'll keep them off your back," Sara said.

Kendra only managed a whimper in response.

She barrelled on through a doorway, hastily shutting it behind her; the sheet was suddenly wrenched from her grasp as it caught in the door. Kendra yelped, turning back and fumbling to free it again.

Was it her imagination or was it shorter?

Whimpering nervously, Kendra backed away against the wall. To her left were stairs, in front of her was the foyer; she stared, eyes darting from side to side, still clutching what little remained of her dress to her front.

She kept her back pressed to the wall, silently praying for this to just be over.