Tyler Lane, F, 20

Clothing abandonment was all about the execution and the recovery. The execution involving finding a promising location to engage with, usually secluded to begin with. The recovery involving getting your valuable effects back.

Tyler Lane had failed in both steps.

"What the fuck..." She bit her lip, the brunette looking around at the small forest clearing where her clothes and importantly her wallet had been left, the log that she'd bundled them into lying there empty. Tyler was an exhibitionist, an inexperienced one in public settings though.

Looking around again, this time past the treeline, she considered her options. She thankfully hadn't brought anything of dire importance, her wallet just had cash and a few loose bits of paper, she didn't even drive to this patch of woodland, she'd called a cab from a public phone.

All that was cold comfort as she stood there completely nude, her belongings long gone "I guess it's not illegal" Tyler muttered to herself with a sly smirk, one that vanished when she realised she was essentially hiking home bareass naked...