no reason to cover up

There stood Lauren, naked as the day she was born, covering her crotch with a dinner plate. The rest of her was totally bare, exposed to the gathered men. The camera men were recording every second. Lauren's small and secret breasts were totally exposed. The men stared in shock at the young starlet, who blushed and stared back, utterly shocked.

Finally Liz entered the kitchen.

"Oh Lauren, why are you covering up?" She pointed out. "You were asleep for hours, we all already saw everything!"

"Y...you did?" Lauren gasped, totally mortified.

"Yes." Liz grinned like a shark. "Besides, what do you have to hide?"

Lauren hung her head, looking down at her little breasts. She brought a hand up to cover them... but oh, what was the point? If they already knew her secret? She looked back at the men, lip quivering in self pity.

"Now," Liz turned and addressed the men, shutting Lauren out of the conversation. "Do you want to wimp out and try to leave, or should we keep trying to film more proof of this ghost?"

Morton scratched his chin, considering...