Checkmate

Ami had her textbooks tucked under an arm as she entered the popular cafe, having been directed to meet the rest of her friends there.
At least that had been her intention. Much to her surprise, her friends weren't there as planned.
The cafe was quite well populated, but Ami saw no familiar faces there, only assorted unknown teenagers and adults.

Ami frowned, looking around with a sigh. She must have come too late.
Only when she was about to leave... she felt a cold whisper in her ear.
"I have your friends, Miss Mi-zu-no..."
Ami shivered as she turned around, and saw a familiar face. White hair and a blue dress. Berthier smiled sweetly, and beckoned for Ami to sit across from her.
She felt a chill as she saw the chess set, and immediately knew what the girl was thinking.
"How about it, Mizuno? A simple match. If you win, I let them go. If you don't... well... do try your best to win. I do so hate disappointment."
Berthier smiled thinly, and all Ami felt was frost from that cold expression. Ami looked around, adjusted her books, and then accepted the challenge.
Ami was alarmed, of course... but also confident. She had beaten this girl at her game once, she could surely do so again.
"Fine. Let's get this over with." Ami didn't mean to sound overly sure of herself, but for once, she felt it was justified. She knew the game and her opponent. How could she lose? The female with the sky blue ponytail smiled as if it were the sweetest gesture in the world as they took opposite seats at a nearby booth. Ami took vague note of the fact that the booth was situated beside a window, and near the central most location of the shop.

Berthier bowed her head ever so slightly, made a gesture with one gloved palm, and a crystalline chess set appeared between them.
"Well then, let's begin... but do keep in mind..."
Ami blinked, some alarm settling in as the other woman's smile formed into a serpentine grin.
"For every piece I claim, I take a piece of your clothing too."
"W, what? You... you never said..."
"Nor did you ask. Ah, my move." Berthier was again all smiles as she reached out and moved a pawn into place. "No turning back, Ami. Your move."
Ami was already resigned. All she could do was win, and win decisively. She took a deep breath to push back her rattled nerves and played offensively.
Ami was already up to her neck in this. She saw no option but to get this over with, and fast. Ami quickly moved another pawn into play. She was typically a defensive player, but going on the offensive would hopefully catch Berthier off guard, especially if she caught her by surprise.

In particular, it was the exposed line of attack to her rook that had Ami's attention. One of Berthier's pawns moved, and Ami reached for her knight. Then Ami's initial pawn was taken, but she paid it no mind. Her knight was moved forward in a clear, aggressive move. Once she got her strategy into motion...
No sooner did the small figure find itself taken off the board by Berthier's hand did Ami feel a chill. She stared down as a cool breeze floated past her... and bit back a gasp. Her blouse had simply vanished, as if carried away on the wind, leaving her bra in plain sight.
"W, what did-..."
"My, blue cotton, how cute!"
"W, we barely even started!" Ami paled, looking from side to side before throwing both arms across her exposed cleavage. Miraculously, no one was paying the two chess players any mind, nor the fact that one of them had suddenly been rendered half-topless.
"I take a piece, you lose a piece... silly girl." Berthier giggled sweetly, and looked across the board. "You really should be more careful, my dear girl."
Berthier moved forward another pawn, seeming as patient as ever. Ami tried to keep from shivering, and reached out one of her hands. She had to keep moving. Next, she continued her strategy.
The cool air across her shoulders was becoming a distraction(when had it gotten so chilly?...), but Ami had to persist. If she put Berthier in check, or better, mate, this could all be over in minutes. She took her knight, and moved forward again. Berthier took a moment, then moved a pawn. Perfect, still no threat.
Ami regarded the board with a quick glance, then moved her knight to the side, finally within range of the rook. Only one more move and she could take it. Ami withdrew her hand, Berthier took up a piece, and moved... a bishop. Right into the path of her knight.
"W, wait a moment, when did-"
Ami saw the pawn that the pale-skinned woman had moved, far too late. It had left her bishop a clear line of attack, and so Ami's knight was taken off the board.
"You need to be more careful, Ami. You are being a little..."
Berthier set a gloved hand beneath her chin, and watched Ami's face turn bright red, and smiled. "...careless."
She did not see the clear result of the knight's capture, but Ami did. The lower half of her ensemble, that of a modest coordinated skirt, had vanished utterly.
"N, no... why is..." Sure enough, Ami's own panties were staring her in the face. Her legs were in plain sight. She had on just her underwear, socks, and shoes.
"G, give that... back!"
Berthier clicked her tongue, and frowned. "Such poor competition, dear. We have to continue until the game is over, I'm afraid. Now, it is your move..."
Ami shivered, staring around in growing horror. No one was watching yet, somehow. Maybe it wasn't too clear. Ami gulped, and stared across the board. Things were getting desperate. Maybe it was better for her to get away while she could.
She could save her friends some other way, it seemed favorable to letting Berthier humiliate her.
Ami knew what had to be done, and so the half-dressed girl tried to flee.
Ami had only lost two pieces, and she was already half-naked. It was becoming very clear that odds were not in her favor. If she lost even a single other piece... Ami gulped, and tried to force the thought out of her mind. No, this was over.
"I, I refuse... this isn't at all fair. I am not falling into this trap, Berthi-" Ami reached out to put her hands to her sides and get to her feet. It would take some explaining, but better she sought help now before she was wearing any less.
Only her hands never reached her chair. Ami bit back a gasp as a downright freezing sensation shot through her body with a rippling chill. She stared down in growing horror, and realized why. A thin barrier of ice had formed around the legs of the chair, binding her ankles to it.
"What are you doing!?"
"A match is a match, my dear, and I have no intention of letting you leave until we are through. Now... your. move." Berthier's previous pleasantry faded away into a displeased frown. "Try that again and you will not be happy with what comes next." She held up a gloved hand, and while Ami didn't expect the girl to cheat, she really didn't want any more of her body exposed to that chilling frost of hers.
Ami took in a shaky breath, and then continued playing.
Ami didn't dare cross the woman any further. Besides, she had to be confident... and there was the very slight fact that taking her knight had left Berthier open to a counter attack. The girl carefully steadied her breathing, reached out with a pawn, and moved a pawn closer to it. She just had to keep the pressure on.
Berthier surveyed the board, considered her options... then with a smile that seemed to come all too easily, she moved another pawn nearer. The bishop was still close enough to corner.
Ami decided to go on the offensive.
There. Ami had her chance. She reached to an adjacent pawn, moved it closer to the other side of the pawn, and was closer still to her goal. One more move and she would effectively have it cornered, or at least easily open to attack from one of her rear pieces.
Berthier's response came far too easily. She reached over to one side, swung a pawn diagonally forward, and took one of Ami's from the field.
That was fine, it was a small sacrifice. Her next move would be easy, she just had to-
Ami paused, blinking. She felt her toes wiggle freely, and soon saw why. Her shoes were gone. Ami's exposed legs ended in a tiny pair of white socks ending at her ankles, and nothing else.
"I, it was just a pawn...!"
"And still a capture. You need to weigh your moves carefully, dear. My, I wonder what happens if this keeps up..."
Berthier grinned at Ami, and the increasingly undressed girl made a note that she didn't dare try to find out.
Ami braced herself, and then moved to take the bishop.
It was all finally worth it. Ami moved her bishop from the rear to the center of the board in one swift move, and took away Berthier's.
It brought some much needed relief to their tense conflict. Ami sighed, and gave Berthier a look, just in time to see her opponent's mask of confidence slipping.
Yet... none of her opponent's garments seemed to disappear. "D, don't you have any penalty when I catch one of your pieces?"
"Oh, of course not... after all, if I lose, you get your friends back. Why should I offer up anything else?" Berthier regained her smile as she moved a knight into place, unfazed.
"So never fear, my dear. The only one suffering this fate will be you."
Ami felt a chill go through her as she surveyed the board. There was no way. She couldn't lose.
She had an advantage, so it might have been time to press her advantage. Ami looked over the remaining pieces, and then decided to stay on the offensive.
This was her best chance, especially with Berthier's knight on the field. If she got that, they'd be closer to an even game. Ami might even get an advantage!
She nodded to herself, then swiftly moved a pawn close to where she knew the knight would inevitably go. It would only mean a small sacrifice of-
Ami realized too late what that meant when Berthier, smiling ever-so-sweetly, plucked one of Ami's pawns from the board.
Then she felt the cool air over her feet, and knew she was barefoot. Worse, that sensation drove home that all Ami had on was her underwear.
"You are being bold, Ami dear. Why not just take those off and get it over wi-"
"A, absolutely not! You can't possibly mean for me to wind up n, n-... undressed in public!"
"Oh, but I do!" Berthier waved her pawn indicatively at the underwear-clad girl. "That's entirely what I expect! And should you lose every last garment, well..."
Berthier clucked her tongue, looked around at the cafe, then smiled back to Ami. "I guess then I can take my leave, and remind the cafe you're here."
Remind? "Y, you mean they can't see..."
"Oh, of course they can. They just happen to be conveniently looking past you, but that can easily change..."
Ami fought back a shiver, trying to keep her hands from curling up in her lap. She had to turn this around, fast.
She decided to stay defensive.
Ami had no intention of making any more foolish moves. She had to wait, or else she was just sacrificing the advantage(and worse) to her opponent. She gradually moved some of her pawns forward, allowing her queen a line of attack. Berthier seemed to respond in kind, not making any overly aggressive moves, which made Ami feel like she was being toyed with.
The lingering feeling of dread that came from her situation wouldn't go away, either. If anyone happened to look... no, she couldn't think like that. Ami couldn't afford the distraction.
She finally had room to move her queen into play, and do some serious damage to Berthier's offense. Ami surveyed the board, and when her move came up, she brought her queen into play.
It was then or never. Ami took up her queen and moved it diagonally across the board, all the way to the side, so it was in direct striking range of Berthier's front line. Her opponent's reaction was difficult to gauge. Was Berthier expecting it, or did Ami take her by surprise?
All she was able to do was wait. Berthier's response was not to take one of her pieces, fortunately... but instead move a bishop to the other side of the board away from her queen. Good, at least she wasn't attacking-
"Check."
What? Ami cast her stare down, realizing the painful truth. Her king had been left wide open to an approach from Berthier's bishop. Worse, she had moved most of her pawns out of defensive range. Which meant she could only move a knight into defensive range, or... her queen.
Sacrificing her queen would have been ridiculous. Ami quickly moved her knight to protect her king. She had been dreading that Berthier would take her knight in retaliation, but no such thing happened.
Berthier instead took one of her pawns off the board by moving a pawn diagonally forward... right into attacking range of her queen.
She had taken the bait, and left her queen open, and now it was at risk.
"Tsk tsk, Ami..." Berthier gave a disapproving look, and then a petite giggle. "Oh, you may want to take care of that..."
Ami blinked, and then felt what Berthier was referring to. A sudden draft swept across her chest, and Ami slowly cast her gaze downward.
"N, no..." Her breasts had gently shifted downward against her ribs. They were completely bare, her nipples jutting outward in plain sight.
"N, NO!" Ami bit back a gasp, throwing both arms over her exposed chest. "Don't, don't do this...! I can't play without a top...!"
"Oh, you'll be fine, my dear. Just play one handed." Berthier giggled cruelly, and Ami began to fidget. She only had her panties on! This was ridiculous!
"Your move." Heartless to the last, Berthier's expression lost all whimsy, and she tapped a painted nail against the board.
Ami was as disoriented as could be, but she still had to act, and so the topless girl used another piece to protect it.
Ami was as rattled as could be. Her face was tinged a perpetual shade of blushing red as she looked around in growing panic. The fact that no one was taking notice of her lack of dress was somehow even more alarming. It felt like at any moment, they could...
No, she had to focus. Ami tried to keep from shaking as she cradled her breasts with one arm and reached out her other. She could do this. She had to make sure her queen was safe from further attack. Ami moved her knight away from the king towards the threatening palm, then a chiding reminder made her stop.
"You'll be in check."
Right. Ami gulped, moved her knight back, and shook her head. She'd just take the pawn instead, of course. She nudged her queen forward and quickly plucked the pawn off the table. There, she was-
"Oh no..."
She saw it too late. Berthier's other bishop, left in the open. It swept across the board in the blink of an eye, and took Ami's queen.
"Check."
"But, I-..."
Swoosh. A chilling draft swept past Ami's hips, and she felt her thighs constrict. No, it couldn't be...
She shakily cast her stare down, and saw the frightening truth. Her naked rear was nestled into the chair, her legs were exposed, and her hips barely concealed her intimates from view.
Her panties were gone, and she was absolutely naked.
"Noooo!"
"You can always give up, dear. You have nothing more to lose, and this will all be over. But if you don't..."
What did that mean? Ami was shaking as she covered herself desperately, still amazed at her lack of attention, before she quietly. resigned.
Ami couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't play chess naked, it was too much. It was just plain shameless. She fought back a shiver, met Berthier's gaze, and then bowed her head.
"I-...I give up." She'd save them some other way. Once Ami was out of this nightmare and got her clothes back, she'd just transform, defeat Berthier, and then-
"Oh... what a shame... but I understand." Berthier just smiled at the naked girl, touched a gloved hand to her cheek, and relaxed her shoulders.
"Well, then... I should be going..."
"Y, you... you what?"
Berthier gave a resigned nod, motioned with her palm, and the chess set faded from view. Soon she did as well. "I'll see you soon, Ami-chaaan..."
"W, wait! Where are you go-" Berthier was gone. Ami was sitting in the booth with nothing but her own naked body.
"Oh no...I, I have to go...!" Ami looked around at the empty booth, and quickly put her hands down to get up, when...
"Miss, can I get you a-"
The waitress stopped short of the table, and dropped her platter in sheer shock. "...!"
Her eyes went wide as she looked over Ami's naked body. "M, miss-... you, you need to... you can't be here n, na-..."
"N, no, it's not like that...!" Ami turned to her, holding her hands out pleadingly, as her breasts swayed heavily into view. "It's all a mis-..."
Her pink nipples hardened in the air, and the waitress' cheeks turned pink."M, miss...please..c, cover..."
Ami looked down, and in a panicked reaction, she pleaded for the waitress' help.
Ami barely kept from shrieking and grabbed each of her breasts between folded arms, squeezing her legs together to conceal what little else she could. "I, I'm sorry! I swear it's a, an accident... please don't let anyone see me!"
The girl upright beside Ami was on the verge of fainting. Despite her flustered reaction at the sight before her, the waitress panicked.

"AAAAAAAH! A PERVERT!"
"N, no! Don't screaa-"
Ami held out a hand to try and silence the screaming waitress, and realized too late what that meant as all manner of faces in the diner swung toward Ami.
"Oh wow, who is that-"
"She's totally naked!"
"What a sicko!"
"Wow, I didn't see her before!"
"Geez her breasts are huge...!"
"NO!" This couldn't be happening...! Ami recoiled backward to cover herself, looking around in absolute horror. There was no time to panic, Ami decided to run!
Get up! Run! Get out of there! Go go go!!! Thoughts of escape ran though Ami's mind, prompting her to run! She was going to push off of that chair and dash for the door!

...At least that was the plan. Instead she felt resistance at her ankles. Her sudden motion through the chair off balance, and she fell to the floor on her side. The impact only hurt a little. But why wasn't she sprinting out the door?
"W-what the..." Ami's voice shook as she looked down. Of course! Her ankles were still frozen to the chair! "N-No!"
"What happened?"
"Is she alright?"
"Wow, she's bold!"
"Did you see those breasts shake?"
Ami tugged at her legs, desperate for freedom as she quickly drew more and more attention from around the restaurant. This was getting bad. She needed to get out this before it somehow got worse. If she could only get her legs free...
It was agonizingly apparent Ami couldn't do this alone. Her legs were encased in ice, and she had nothing to break it with! Her immediate priority was, of course, to conceal her nakedness. She quickly squeezed one arm over her breasts and reached downward to conceal her pelvic area, keeping as close to the chair as she could, trying to keep from giving into horror at seeing all the eyes fixed on her. Stay calm, girl, you can't get out of this if you panic...
Ami took a shaky breath, trying with mixed results to do just that. "C, could...someone please help, I need-... some, some cover...." As if it weren't painfully obvious, Ami couldn't even get up from the ground. As she searched around her, from the eyes of the panicked waitress to the occasional stunned diner attendant, Ami finally got her answer when...
Nothing. No one moved to help, or said so much as a word. They just... stared.
Didn't anyone care!?
"Wow, she's not even getting up..."
"Who cares? I'm not complaining..."
"How shameless could she be!?"
Didn't they notice her legs were frozen? Did... Did Berthier make it look as if she wasn't? Ami had no way of knowing. She cringed and pulled harder, trying desperately to at least get off the ground. Then she felt her weight shift, and Ami gasped as the chair righted itself, bringing her back to a fully upright position.
Did someone pull it up for her? Ami looked about, letting out a sigh of relief, when... she felt her wrists drawn back to the sides of the chair, accompanied by the last voice in the world she wanted to hear. "Oh, you silly girl, as if you're getting off that easily..."
"W, what are you... " Ami whispered, and stared down in horror, realizing what had happened. Ami's hands had indeed went to the sides of her waist, and two thin, nearly invisible tendrils of ice bound her arms to her hips. "N, no...!" Before things could escalate further, Ami struggled to get away.
"H, help, I can't move...!" Ami pleaded aloud as she pulled and struggled, frantically tugging at her wrists and legs. None of her limbs budged, it just further accentuated her plight. Her exposed breasts swayed freely with her desperate movements, as if every effort she made only served to draw more attention to her actions. Just when she thought she was doing nothing but dooming herself to worse humiliation still... she felt the ice loosen and her limbs come free. While this meant Ami could finally get out of the chair and cover up, it did nothing to change her nakedness... and worse made her look foolish given her previous comment.
"I, I..." Ami stumbled on her words, trying not to shiver as she backed away while covering herself. Ami knew she had to run for the bathroom!
She looked to the back of the cafe and saw the restrooms. Everyone was looking at her exposed body. Ami turned and began to run to the bathroom!
"Look at her go!"
"What a deviant!"
"Wooo!!!"
The hoots, the pervert accusations, and the fact that she was not naked by choice, all made these things difficult for Ami to handle.
She pushed through the door of the ladies room, and was finally in a more secluded area. But Ami wanted a little bit more privacy then that, and ran a little bit further into a privacy stall. The naked girl shut the door and locked it.
Ami exhaled, leaning forward with her hand on the door. She wasn't sure if there was a way out of this. Everyone in the cafe saw her run into the bathroom, so they knew a naked girl was in there. And there wasn't anything she could use for cover.
The inevitable thing Ami feared was soon realized, as she heard the door to the bathroom open. Ami tensed up as footsteps approached. She double checked the lock on the privacy stall door, and it was in place. Her heart was racing, she stepped back and held her intimates. The worst was coming... she knew it. There was a knock on her privacy stall door.
"O-occupied!" Ami said with a shaky voice.
Ami cast a helpless stare down at her nakedness, the full gravity of the situation settling in on her. She was in a public area on a public street, she didn't have a single thing to wear, and she was blocks from home... it felt unreal. She hoped it was. A pinch to her hip drove a sting and a blush from her, as proof it wasn't.
Maybe whoever was at the other side of the door would he-
"I'm sure you are, dear." The familiar voice giggled, and Ami's apprehension shot up.
"W, what do you want!? You've humiliated me enough, h-haven't you!?" Ami tried to keep her voice from shaking as she raised her voice at the door, and failed.
"Oh poor thing, you lost fair and square... but I'm nice enough to feel guilty. A lit-tle." Berthier giggled sweetly and knocked on the door. "I'll tell you what. If you open the door, I promise to do something to help. No strings attached. Is that fair?"
"..." Ami gulped, took another stare downward at her body, then to the door, and accepted.
Ami thought this was a bad idea. No, she KNEW this was a bad idea.
"I mean, if you don't want my help that's fine. The manager is going to be on the phone with the authorities in a short time in he isn't already." Berthier said. "If you think you can figure this out alone, then I'll just be on my-"
"W-wait!" Ami said. She took a deep breath. This was a bad idea, but what choice did she have?
There was a quiet metal clacking, and she let the privacy stall door open ajar before returning her hands to her intimates. "O-okay... it's open." Ami gulped.
Berthier smiled and pushed the door open wider and stepped in. She looked over Ami, and smirked. "Yes... you're a bit too cute for jail."
Ami's blush turned a little deeper. "So... how are you going to help me?"
"Hmmm..." Berthier put a hand on her chin in thought and then said... "All you need to do is follow me."
"F, follow you...? To where?"
"Oh, don't worry your pretty little hips about that, just come along." Another blush drawn from Ami, especially as Berthier made a point of swaying her own respectively clothed hips as she walked away. Ami tried to hold back a shiver, without any choice but to follow.
The booted female lead Ami out of the stall, and then extended a gloved hand. "Come on now, it'll be fine." Ami blinked at her palm, then at Berthier.
"I, I can't go out there like-"
"Oh, but you must."
"AH!" Ami gasped as Berthier gently yet firmly grabbed Ami's hand, tugged her forward, and nonchalantly slapped her forward from behind.
The naked girl barely recovered her composure, and modesty, just as she stumbled forward out of the bathroom, only to find that no one reacted.
Ami braced herself for more hoots and hollers, but instead... nothing. The cafe seemed to be continuing normal business. Things were abuzz, and Ami could hear a few mentions about a naked girl running to the bathroom, but... nobody was looking at her.
"W-what did you do?" Ami asked.
"We're sort of invisible," Berthier stated. "They don't see you. Though you might want to step aside."
"What...?" Ami looked confused. Then she turned and saw a police officer. Ami closed her eyes and looked away, and heard the footsteps get closer.
"She's in there, officer."
"Come on, don't arrest her!"
"You guys ruin all the fun!"
"I have a law to uphold."
The officer walked right past Ami and into the bathroom, completely ignoring her.
"H-he didn't see me?" Ami said baffled.
"Not at all. They wont here us either. Not unless I allow it," Berthier said with a grin.
This was good. Ami didn't like accepting Berthier's help, but it seemed to be worth it. Escaping this cafe was going to be a lot easier if people couldn't see her.
"Now, if you want to stay invisible, you'll have to do something."
"A-and what's that?" Ami said.
"Have some lunch with me."
"L, lunch?" Ami parroted the remark at Berthier, staring at her blankly.
Berthier smiled sweetly at her naked companion as if she were dressed for a night on the town as she offered her a chair.
"Please, I insist." Did no one really see her? As Berthier took hold of a chair and extended it for Ami, she looked around, becoming more certain that no one paid attention to her actions, and then Ami took a seat.
Ami felt her sense a bit heightened, and she sat down and pulled her seat back in. Nobody seemed to notice her or look her way. That didn't make it easier to calm down, as their table was in the middle of the cafe.
Berthier took a seat opposite of Ami and grinned at her. "Now don't you worry your pretty little head. Do as I say, and I'll keep you from getting noticed."
Of course, Ami didn't have a whole lot of trust for Berthier, but she didn't have a lot of options.
The bathroom door opened, and the police officer walked out.
"There's nobody in there." He said to the manager.
"What?" The manager replied. "But we saw her go in!"
"See? Nobody noticed you," Berthier said as the manager and the police officer talked.
Ami was at tension, feeling the cool seat on on her completely uncovered backside. That by itself made her shiver. She cringed and looked the other way as the officer walked out, completely ignoring her. When Ami realized she wasn't in trouble (at least with the law), she let out a sigh of relief.
"Messing with you is going to be fun," Berthier grinned. "Oh look, a waitress," she said as one approached.
Ami couldn't shake her worry as the waitress approached.
"What can I get for you?" she said politely, looking only at Berthier.
"I think I'll start with a toss salad," Berthier said in a calm voice.
The waitress nodded and wrote this down on an order note. And then she asked Berthier if she wanted anything else.
"Oh no, I'm fine." She gave a pointed look to Ami, waiting patiently.

"I, I'll h-" Ami began to speak, then turned bright went and went silent. She couldn't draw attention to herself!

"Did you hear something...?" The waitress looked about in confusion, then Berthier just giggled and shook her head. "You must be hearing things."

"I guess..." The waitress shrugged and walked away, leaving Ami fidgeting restlessly.

"I, I can't order anything if she can't see me...!"

"Oh, that is true... I suppose you can have some of mine." Berthier snickered as Ami bashfully covered her chest with both arms.

"Do stop being so shy, it's not anything I or anyone here hasn't seen..."

That made Ami turn redder still, only to cover herself tighter.

Berthier pouted. "You need to lighten up, my dear. Maybe it would help if..."'
Berthier snapped her fingers.

Ami braced herself for something, but... nothing seemed to happen.

"Wh-what did you..."

"Have a look," Berthier said, gesturing to a table off to the side. There sat a couple of guys. One of them was looking in Ami's direction. He rubbed his eyes and looked again.

Ami's eyes widened. "D-did you just... B-Berthier d-don't!"

"Relax, it was just for an instant." Berthier said with a smug look.

Ami looked back at the table.

"Dude, I swear I just saw that naked chick!"
"You mean the one that hid in the bathroom?"
"Yeah! Over there!" He pointed.
"Dude, you're seeing things."

Ami's heightened senses put her on edge. She was completely at Berthier's mercy, and for a second, she had been exposed to the cafe.

"Now, quite covering up that cute little body of yours and relax. The more you do that, the longer I'll reveal you." Berthier said with a wink.

Ami looked at Berthier in disbelief, and let her hands fall away.

Ami was mortified. If they saw her again... she shivered involuntarily, and lowered her hands to her lap while staring downward meekly. "H,how long do-... do I have to stay like this?"

"Until after lunch, of course-... why thank you." Berthier bowed her head appreciatively as the salad was brought before her, then offered Ami a small amount in a bowl. To her credit, Berthier barely stared at Ami's apparent nakedness. Ami was hungry, and soon decided to take up Berthier on her hospitality, quietly eating the amount of salad she was given.

Ami tried to keep her composure, even going so far as to keep her arms and legs close to minimize her exposure. Every step someone took nearby almost caused Ami to recoil to cover herself, but she managed to stay calm.

That wasn't very amusing for Berthier, though. So she had to keep things interesting, which she did by doing something to startle her.

Berthier needed a little plan, something to startle this blushing, nude girl. But what...

"I'm sorry, I almost forgot your glass of water!" The waitress said, returning with a glass of ice water.

"Why it's no trouble, thank you," Berthier said. She looked at the water and grinned at a small idea. Berthier reached for it, "I'll just have a little sip and... oops!"

Berthier "dropped" the glass and it fell on its side. It didn't shatter, but its contents were flowing in Ami's direction!

Soon the chilling water flowed down the table and spilled onto Ami.

"Yeee!" Ami recoiled back in surprise as cold water splashed onto her mid drift and legs. The naked girl stood up, pushing her chair back in the process. "Ahh... c-cold." On impulse, her hands reached towards where the water hit, trying to wipe the moister away. Once Ami was able to dry herself off, she glanced around the cafe and felt very exposed. She was standing up in the middle of it, completely naked.

"Oh clumsy me!" Berthier said.

"Don't worry about it, I'll get you a new one," the waitress said, walking away.

Ami blushed, having stood up and been revealed to the whole cafe. But true to Berthier's word, she hadn't been noticed.

"Mizuno, you look a bit chilly," Berthier noted. "Do you need to be warmed up?" She backed up her chair, beckoning the other girl closer.

After all that, was Berthier trying to hug Ami? After all this? Ami said no and took her seat.
What was the naked girl going to do, sit in Berthier's lap!? As if this weren't awkward enough! She fought back a tangible shiver while shaking her head violently, before quickly getting back into her seat, covering herself all the tighter.

"I, I'm fine... t, thank you." The hint of a chill in her voice may have suggested otherwise.

Berthier couldn't help but snicker at Ami's plight. She would have been stunned had the girl actually accepted, this was far more enjoyable.

"Tsk tsk..." Berthier waved a finger indicatively, pointing out Ami's instinctive shyness. "You're supposed to relax, my dear..."

"I, I'm sorry, I wasn't thin-...!"

It was a little late for that. Berthier grinned, snapped her fingers, and Ami disappeared from the chair.

Ami blinked, in worry, but in that split second when she reopened her eyes, she wasn't looking at Berthier anymore. In fact, she wasn't in the same spot, it seemed darker. Her position had also shifted. She looked down, and the same tile floor of the cafe was in front of her. But she then noticed something alarming. It was two sets of legs.

The naked girl put the pieces of this puzzle together, and realized she was still in the cafe, now under a booth currently in use.

"I KNOW the naked chick was in that chair!"

Oh no...

"Dude, we saw her run into the bathroom, and the cop said it was empty. She had to have gotten out through a window."

Ami was under the table that briefly saw her. It was too narrow under the booth, there'd be no way she could sneak by without brushing against their legs. Ami adjusted her angle to try and see around under the table, and saw Berthier, still eating a little salad. She did a little wave at Ami, and sipped her water.

Her face was red, as Ami tried to figure out what to do. Could she even keep from getting noticed? Was she still invisible? The best option was to wait.
Ami didn't know if they'd see her, if she'd bump into them, if she'd draw every pair of eyes in the cafe right to her... the possibilities were petrifying.

So Ami sat right there, trying to sit as carefully as possible. All she'd have to do is wait, they were bound to leave eventually...

"Well, just seeing something like that even once was a miracle, hoping for more than that'd just be greedy..."
"I guess..." The two chattered and sighed in defeat, and Ami shrunk back against the wall of the cafe furthest away from the booth's opening.

As a small blessing, neither seemed to know she was there, but nor could Ami budge. Worse, Berthier was still visible, smiling with ongoing amusement. Ami stared at the woman in return, as if silently pleading for her to take her out of that situation.

Berthier couldn't help but notice, and so in return, the white-haired woman brought Ami back.

Berthier snapped her fingers, and Ami braced herself. Was she about to make her visible? She closed her eyes in a cringing motion.

Unlike before, her position didn't change, but she did feel the air move around her, and she couldn't hear the two guys anymore. Ami opened her eyes and saw she was sitting on top of the table her and Berthier were eating at!

"W-what..."

"Do be careful on your way down, you might tip the table," Berthier said in a sly voice.

Ami glanced around frantically, squeezing her legs together, and holding her chest. Nobody seemed to be noticing her. With her heart racing, Ami lowered her legs to the floor and carefully climbed off. She supported herself on the table and got back into her seat and sighed.

"Berthier, please don't do that..." Ami asked.

"Oh you shouldn't complain. I kept you invisible," Berthier said taking one more bite out of her salad. "Now, how about we... go somewhere else? Lets go for a little walk," Berthier said.

"W-what? I can't go for a walk like this!" Ami said, trying to keep her voice down. Where would they be walking to?

"Oh don't worry. Nobody will see you as long as you do as I say," Berthier said. Getting up and motioning Ami to follow her. "If you don't want to, you can go home. Just without my magic hiding that little tush of yours," she added with a sly grin.

Ami glanced around the cafe. Nobody seemed to be looking her way thanks to whatever magic Berthier was working. And without a single thread covering her naked form, she didn't have much choice.

"Let me just pay bill and we'll be on our way!" Berthier added nonchalantly. She got up, and motioned Ami to follow. "Come along."

"What? But why do-"

"Because you'll become visible if you don't." Berthier winked.

With a worried look on Ami's face, she took one more glance around, and on shaky legs, got up to follow Berthier. Berthier led the nude Ami towards the front register. On impulse she held her breasts and kept one hand between the legs, covering her womanhood tightly. Right nearby there was an occupied table.

There was people right there. She was naked and plainly in their field of vision. She didn't feel invisible, in fact she could see her reflection in the window of the cafe. However, the people weren't responding to her.

"Let's go," Berthier winked at Ami, giving a playful pat to her naked behind.

This only made Ami blush further. "Where are we going?"

Berthier's reply was the last thing she wanted to hear. "For a ride on the bus."
"T, t, the BUS!?" Ami nearly exclaimed her response in growing panic. "N, no...! I can't get on a bus looking like, like... like this...!" By the time Ami meekly tried to voice her dissent, Berthier had already lead the two to a painfully close bus station. Worse, within moments, it pulled up, and Berthier nonchalantly began to climb the stairs to board the vehicle.

She turned back at Ami, and flashed her a disarming grin. "Well...? Are you coming, or...?"

Berthier held up a hand, and made a gesture as if to snap her fingers, as her smile turned ice-cold. "Are you going to stay on your own?"

"Okay okay!" Ami said, hoping for mercy. She climbed aboard the bus, feeling very exposed and worried.

"Good, now lets pick out a good seat," Berthier took a quick glance down the aisle.

Much to Ami's dismay, the bus was quiet populated. It made her heart flutter with worry.

Berthier casually walked towards the middle of the bus, turning to face Ami and waved her to follow closer.

Ami followed, only able to hold onto her nakedness.

"Here, this seat looks good," Berthier gestured towards a window seat.

A window seat? It would put her a little further from view. The naked girl nodded, and slowly sat down.

"O-ooh.." Ami suddenly sighed. Maybe it was more noticeable because she was naked, but when her curves touched the material, she found it had been warmed by the sunlight. However, it was a small comfort when she realized just how big the window on this bus was. The frame of it just stopped above her waist. Her breasts were in full view.

Berthier casually sat down next to her. "How about a little game to pass the time until we reach our destination?"

"Another game? Please Berthier, I can't..."

"Oh? You don't want to? I guess that's fine if you don't mind being visible," Berthier held up her fingers, preparing to snap.

What could Ami do? Tell Berthier to go ahead and expose her on a bus full of people!? Ami had no choice. She shakily looked from the window, to herself, then to Berthier...and nodded. "F, fine... just... please, nothing.. bad..."

Berthier smiled sweetly, and waved a gloved hand dismissively. "Oh, I won't be cruel, Ami... all you have to do is hold still."

Ami blinked, gave the girl a confused look, and watched her expectantly. That didn't sound bad at all. "Well, I guess if that's al-"

Berthier's hand went to Ami's hip, slid upward, and passed beneath one of Ami's arms, cupping one of her breasts in a firm grip.

Ami stared down in growing horror, then to Berthier as she fought back a choked gasp. "What are you-!"

"Shhh... if you panic, you get seen." Berthier smiled, then crossed her arms as if nothing were at all the matter, all the while keeping Ami's curvature in her chilled grip. "We should be there soon, right?"

Ami felt her body fidgeting involuntarily. She bit into her lip, closed her eyes shut, and against all odds stayed calm.

The almost icy hands were exploring Ami's body. It felt wrong for Ami to let Berthier do this, but she had to remain calm. She was helpless as Berthier's hands gave her breasts a slight squeeze. Berthier pressed a little further for a finger to touch Ami's areola. Ami nearly yelped.

"Oooh, you are nice," Berthier said with a grin.

"B Berthier, p-please. How long are you going to-"

"Until we reach our destination," Berthier interrupted.

Finally Berthier's hand left Ami's breast, and moved up, gliding over the uncovered shoulder, and then sliding down Ami's backside, between her and the seat itself. Ami shivered and had goosebumps as a result.

"W-where are we even going?" Ami asked, doing her absolute best not to scream.

Berthier smirked and said, "We're going to the mall."

If Berthier's hand moved anymore, Ami really was going to scream. There was only so much she could bear, much less tolerate. She wasn't going to let the woman outright take advantage of her!

Thankfully, before Berthier's hand could move any lower down Ami's back... the bus slid to a stop.

They were home! Ami could finally run inside, get dressed, and-...

Her hopes plummeted as her gaze went outside the window. It wasn't her home... it was something far, far worse.

The mall. And everyone was leaving. "W, wait, you didn't say we were going he-...!"

Before Ami could get another word out, Berthier had yanked the naked girl to her feet and tugged her along, causing her unrestrained bosom to move about wildly. "W, wait...!"

It was too late. By the time Berthier let go, they were outside the mall entrance, and away the bus left.

"Well, now that we're here..." Berthier smiled at Ami, paused in thought, and dragged Ami inside.

Into the mall entrance they went. Ami was frantically looking around. She completely lacked attire, and there were people everywhere.

"Hmm... what to do first..." Berthier put a finger to chin.

The mall had a wide variety of little stores, and Ami could certainly think of a few she'd like to look at. Most notably a few clothing stores were in sight. Ami held onto her intimates tightly and cast Berthier a pleading look.

"Hmm... I assume you want to do a little clothing shopping?" Berthier said, fighting back a giggle.

"It would be nice..."

"But do you have any money to pay for your own clothes?" Berthier asked, knowing the answer.

"Well... um... no..." Ami admitted. Of course she didn't have money on her. She didn't have anything on her.

"Well I'll make you a deal. We'll get you some clothes. But if you want to remain invisible until you've got some clothes, I get to choose your wardrobe. If you wanna pick things out, you'll have to shop completely visible." Berthier said with a grin.

Ami was caught off guard by this. Letting Berthier choose seemed safer, but who knows what she'd pick out for Ami, or even if she would give her adequate cover. But shopping while naked made her feel very nervous.

As far as Ami was concerned, it wasn't a choice at all. She couldn't let herself be seen, not there of all places! "F, fine-... just... please hurry..."

"Mm, bright girl. Well, you just wait riiight there, and I'll be back in a jiffy. I think I know your size pretty well..." Berthier winked, and before Ami could plead with the girl to wait, she was left alone in the walkway outside the shop. Ami looked around, her plight really closing in on her. Berthier was nowhere to be seen. and she even saw her reflection in the glass as countless people passed by. Ami turned bright red, desperately covering herself as she waited. Until Berthier returned, Ami decided it best to go someplace less obvious.

Ami glanced around. Berthier was inside shopping, and left the naked girl alone. She covered herself as best she could, but she couldn't convince herself she was invisible. Nor did she have full trust in Berthier.

One person casually walked by and nearly bumped into Ami. Her heart was racing, that was far too close.

She felt too exposed out in the aisle way, and took some quick steps towards a bench near some decorative plants. Ami hugged her chest and crouched behind the bench, cringing and hoping Berthier wouldn't take too long. There were many people passing by, but none of them seemed to notice her.

After what felt like an eternity, Berthier finally stepped out of the shop holding a bag. "Hmm... now where did she go..."

"R-right here!" Ami stood up, waving to Berthier, blushing nervously.

Berthier smirked, though she put her hands at her hips. "Now I told you to wait right there. Do you want to become visible right there?"

"N-no!" Ami stood up, glanced around, and slowly walked out of her hiding place. She hated being at Berthier's mercy, but there wasn't anything she could do.

"Well, have a look at what I got you," Berthier said, handing Ami the bag.

The thought of having clothes on her was a warming thought, as Ami eagerly grabbed the bag and looked inside. However, what she saw wasn't encouraging. Inside the bag was... just a small shirt and a short skirt.

"B, Berthier..." Ami was crestfallen as she retrieved the two thin garments. They were barely her size, much less modest!

"Y, you can't seriously expect me to just wear-..."

As Ami stared pleadingly to the clothed woman, who just 'tsked' and waved a gloved hand.

"Well, it's that or nothing, sweetie, so..." Berthier's fingers came dangerously close to snapping, and so Ami put on the clothing.

"No don't! I'll put them on! I'll put them on!" Ami said, nervously. Those clothes were not going to cover much, but there wasn't much choice.

The shirt felt a bit tight as Ami slid it on over her head. It covered her shoulders to just under her breasts and not much else. Most of her midriff was still on show.

The skirt wasn't much better. As Ami put the skirt on, she found it barely concealed her from her wait to her womanhood. Any quick movement threatened to make it flutter around. Still, it was clothing. If Ami was careful about her movements, she could try to find a way out of this.

Snap

Ami's eyes widened. "Berthier... you didn't just..."

"Well, you're dressed now. You don't need to be invisible anymore, darling." Berthier said teasingly. "You only need to be invisible if you're naked."

"But... but... I'm almost naked..." Ami said, impulsively trying to tug the skirt to cover her front more.

"I wouldn't do that," Berthier taunted, pointing to Ami's reflection in the window. Pulling on the front of her skirt, made the back rise, exposing her tush.

Ami blushed and tried to make the skirt sit evenly. "C-can we go now?"

"Hmm....."
"Sure, sweetie." Berthier smiled, and Ami finally felt a twinge of relief, until she added...

"Well... you can..." She giggled, and before Ami could think to question what she meant by that... a cool breeze swept past, and Berthier was gone.

"B, Berthier? W, wait, how am I going to-..." Ami stared down, and around her.

She was barefoot, wearing two thin articles of clothing, and worst of all... she had no money.

"I, I can't get home like this...!" She whispered to no one in particular, her face burning red as she put her palms against the hem of her skirt.

She quickly turned around, trying to think of what to do. If someone saw her like this... before Ami drew any attention, the barely-dressed girl hurried out of the mall!

Berthier had left her. Ami had the freedom to leave now, and there wasn't much other reason to stay at this mall. She glanced around and saw that there were in fact people looking the direction of her nearly exposed body. That prompted her, that it was time to move.

Ami started walking quickly to the exit, giving her hands the duty of keeping her skirt in place covering as much of her privates as it could.

It wasn't very good at it's job. In spite of her holding it in place, Ami could still feel quite the breeze whistling over her exposed skin as she quickly made her way towards the exit doors of the mall. It was a reminder of how little cover she had.

Home. Get home. That was the thought that drove her forward.

Ami reached the automatic doors of the mall entrance. When they opened, the was a rush of outside air that made her skirt flutter more. Ami cringed and put both hands to the front of her skirt, feeling it was more vital to protect her womanhood. This let the back of her skirt flutter freely, exposing the smooth backside.

She pushed on, needing to escape the mall. There was just one problem: there were people by the entrance.

Ami was quick to recover, thankfully. Hopefully they just saw her outfit as unusual... not as scandalous as it actually was. The problem was soon much worse, though. There were far too many people going in and out for Ami to dare pass by. She had to find another way. She quickly turned away and headed in another direction, keeping her hands over the skirt to keep it in place while she looked for an alternative. She felt her toes fidget against the tile, a tangible reminder of how woefully little she had on. Maybe no one would pay any mind to that... although the fact that she lacked footwear seemed to accentuate how short her skirt was...

Ami forced the thought from her mind, and focused her gaze on her surroundings. For now, people were passing her by, so her best bet was to head to another part of the mall.

Ami glanced around nervoulsy, seeing the crowd nearby not breaking up. It was then Ami remembered, this was the main front entrance to the mall. It could easily get worse before it got better.

This meant looking for a more secluded exit. She kept her skirt in place as best she could and walked away from the front entrance. Ami took a painful glance at one of the many clothing stores the mall had. Some more secure clothes would be nice, but Ami had no money with her. She was lucky to have what she had.

As Ami made her way through the mall, her heart raced as she passed by other shoppers. A few heads seemed to turn in her direction, likely noticing the sheer amount of skin she was showing. Was her skirt up? No, she was still holding it in place. But people were taking notice of the barely dressed girl.

She blushed and felt her heart racing. Ami knew she needed to start running.

Ami had no time to be subtle. She was drawing enough attention just passing people by. She had to hurry! Ami quickly shifted her hands downward, both smoothing out and keeping the skirt in check as best she could before hurrying past the stores through the mall. It was fine, one she was out of sight, no one'd pay her any mind... and she was sure there was another exit, she just had to reach it!

The barefoot girl finally came to a stop far from the entrance, resting against a wall to catch her breath as she looked to the side. So far no one seemed to be following after her, anyone who was staring before had to have been long gone. Ami slowly cast her attention down then around her, realizing her situation wasn't going to get any easier, since she'd have to go upstairs to get through the mall.

In front of Ami was a stair case. It didn't seem like going upstairs was going to get Ami closer to an exit. However, at this particular part of the mall was almost like a dead end. It was go up the stairs, go right back where she came from. And given that people were noticing Ami, the stairs sounded like the more attractive option.

Ami kept one hand on the front of her skirt, and moved the other to the back, as she made her way up the stairs. It was unnerving to do, if nothing else, as if anyone was following Ami, they would be able to see up her small skirt. The thought prompted her to climb those steps a little quicker.

Once Ami reached the top, she glanced around and saw nobody looking her way for the moment. Ami saw a map of the mall near the stairs, so she took one more look around and stopped to look at the map.

She knew less people parked at the backside of the mall, which is where she needed to get. Ami would have to go across this floor and find the stairs. The main attraction on this floor was a food court. It was bound to be full of people, but if Ami could get through it, she'd be well on her way to more subtle exit.

She began to take careful steps forward, glancing around. There were a variety of shops among them a book store. Ami would love to explore it on calmer day. Still she pressed on until she a large group of people gathering at a nearby table of the food court. Ami wanted to keep detection to a minimum, so she kept on walking.

Ami did her best to pay the group no mind. The sooner she was past them and through the food court, the sooner she could be safely out of the mall and no the way home. With her hands at her sides, she made an effort to briskly walk past the group and get through. The food court really was popular, though; even more so than the entrance. On one hand it meant she was less likely to stand out, on the other... there were more chances someone would take notice of her.

Ami was nearly past the last group of tables, when someone finally did. "Looks like someone forgot her shoes!"

A voice snickered, then another one added. "...and her socks..." Ami bit her lip, and tried to keep walking, when she froze in her tracks at the last comment. "I don't think that's all she forgot..."

She felt a breeze rustle at her legs, and then of all times, her skirt was flicked upward by a passing hand. "A, ah...!" Ami stared down in horror as the flimsy skirt glided past her hips and over her thighs, Her arms were still firmly at her side, but that did nothing to stop the thin material from passing up and over her naked rear.

"O, oh no...!" Ami quickly moved her hands backward to cover her nakedness, shoving the skirt back down as fast as she could, but the damage was done.. Her face burning red, she stared backward hoping no one saw, but instead saw that very same group snickering at her.

"Wow, talk about bold..."
"Is that a new fashion?"

"I, I'm not doing this because I-..." Ami turned to face them, and a rush of laughter made her eyes widen. She moved her other hand to cover the fronts of her thighs instead. She'd almost shown them something far worse.

The blushing girl looked around, noticing faces looking her way to find out what the fuss was. She had to do something, and fast! Ami ran for it!

With the state of Ami's attire becoming known to those around her, Ami could only find the will to do one thing. She turned and started to run. As she did this, the skirt fluttered more and more exposing her naked rear.

The laughs and giggles caused a burning blush in Ami's face. Her nimble feet carried her across the cold tiles as fast as she could without being in a full on sprint. She kept moving until she couldn't hear the snickering anymore. This movement had, thankfully, put her near the staircase as she had hoped. Ami took a moment to catch her breath. She tried to remind herself that they probably didn't know her, and this would all be forgotten.

Once Ami calmed down a little, she turned her attention to the stair case and realized that... the stair case was closed for maintanence.

Ami came to a halt right before the stairs, instantly realizing what the yellow tape and warning sign before her meant.

"Closed - Take Elevator Or Other Stairs", it read.

"N, not now... I have to get down there...!" The elevator was back at the food court! She couldn't go back that way, she was sure to make a scene! Ami stared past the tape, and looked behind her. For the moment, the coast was clear. Maybe it was safe to go down the stairs anyway if she was careful. They didn't look damaged at all... Ami bashfully straightened out her skirt, glanced back at the food court, and knew what she had to do. Ami went down the stairs anyway!

This was the fastest way out of the mall, and no one could see her this way. Ami knew it was her only realistic choice. Her mind was made up.

Ami took one last look to ensure she was alone, and then climbed over the caution tape. It was low enough that she managed to keep her skirt in place, thankfully. She sighed in relief, and then quickly went down the stairs, moving as quick as her bare feet would carry her.

Until she slipped.

Ami's eyes went wide as her toes skidded across the wet surface, realizing far too late why they had been closed off. They were being cleaned, and were very slippery. Someone with shoes might have kept their footing, but Ami went sliding forward and back the moment her skin made contact.

"A, ah, no...!" She flailed and grabbed for the side of the stairs as she tumbled forward, barely rolling with her weight to avoid injuring herself. She went end-over-end down the stairs, finally sliding to a halt past the last few stairs of the stair case, a vinyl tarp blessedly catching her fall.

"O, ow..." Ami rubbed at her hip as she pushed to her feet, slowly curling her legs to try and sit up on the stairs.

Then she saw her own bare thighs and midriff... and chest. And nothing else.

"W, where are-...!?"

Then she glanced backward and saw her petite clothes, having come apart during her fall, waiting on the stairs several feet back. "Oh n, no..."

Ami was naked on the stairs. "Oh no...!" She reacted, and fast. Ami desperately got to her feet, and before panic could take hold, she doubled back for her clothes!

She needed those clothes for what little cover they offered. On some slightly unsteady legs, Ami turned and slowly climbed the stairs. She was now more nervous than before, due to her total nudity.

Ami grabbed the shirt first, and realized it was more like a rag rather than a shirt. To begin with, the shirt was a bit too small for Ami. Her tumble down the stairs resulted in a tear down the back that rendered it unwearable.

"Oh no..." Ami said with a slight shake to her voice.

She turned her attention to her skirt. It didn't hold up much better. The skirt had a very similar tear down the back.

Ami held both the pieces of clothing in her hands, and then hugged them to her naked body as reality set in. The clothes were now unwearable. For the moment she was alone in the stair case. She would now have to escape the mall completely naked.

Abandoning the scraps, Ami took a moment to mentally prepare herself for what she'd have to do. She stood up and took a slower pace going down the stairs. The naked girl looked near the bottom of the stair case. She knew the exit was near, but would her path be clear?

Maybe this side of the mall was less popular, or maybe luck was simply on her side(in a very, very small way)... but whatever the reason, Ami didn't see a soul nearby.

It didn't change one painful fact; she was completely visible and no means of cover apart from her shaky limbs. This was beyond bad.

She had to face facts; there was no going outside like she was. It simply was NOT an option. Being unseen would be impossible.

Ami was going to have to find something to wear before she even thought of leaving the mall. As she took a nervous step away from the stairs, only one question plagued the naked girl's mind:

Where was she going to go!?

Ami's nervousness was getting the better of her. She turned and head back towards the stairs, and stepped over the caution tape. Up a few steps were the scraps that were once wearable clothes.

Although they were of little use, Ami wanted something. She took what was once the the shirt, and held it over her chest. Then the scrap that was a skirt was held between her legs.

Holding these scraps required constant use of Ami's hands. That wasn't the only problem either. Her backside was completely uncovered, and it was obvious that Ami had no proper clothing. Ami couldn't even begin to imagine how to explain what was going on.

She made her careful steps back down the stairs. The scraps were a very small comfort, but they were better than absolutely nothing. Ami took a quick glance around, and saw this part of the mall was still very quiet.

It was a good chance for a quick run to the exit, but these scraps covered so little. Ami would prefer something that felt a little more secure.

Ami saw no point in trying for the clothing store. She was sure to draw some kind of attention without any pants or even much of a top. She blushed, the thought drawing her mind back to how ridiculous she must have looked. Berthier must have been beside herself with laughter somewhere... No, she couldn't think about that, either! The coast was clear, and Ami meant to take full advantage of that fact. Her hands shakily clutched the tattered clothing close to her body, she shifted to her feet, and hurried to the exit.

Still, sparsely occupied or not, a mall was a mall... and even that less popular aspect was never completely empty.

Ami hadn't thought about that until she was near the exit, and heard a shriek. Maybe it wasn't directed at her, she didn't see anyone arou-

"P, pervert...! A streaker...!" Ami felt her face briefly turn bright red, then instantly pale. It had to mean her. There was no time to second-guess herself, Ami bit into her lip and ran out of the mall.

Ami increased her pace as she started to run. Somebody has seen her, and she had no time to wait to find out who. It would only be a matter of time before mall security would be chasing her for her indecent exposure.

She reached the automatic doors of the back of the mall. The naked girl clenched her teeth as the door started to open... and then stopped.

"W-what? No!" Ami said in shock.

The door seemed to be faulty. It didn't quite open all the way. Perhaps that was the reason this part of the mall was less occupied. However, she had been spotted. She needed to escape. So Ami decided to try to force the door open.

There was no time for this! If someone saw her, she couldn't stay in that mall another second! Ami had no choice but to get the door open... and that meant using her hands. It didn't matter, as long as she was gone, they'd never see her again!

Ami gulped, and before she could restraint herself, she shot her arms forward for the door, dropping the scraps which she had clung to in favor of forcing her hands between the opening, pushing against it as hard as she could. "H, hurry, please...!"

Ami hadn't thought this through at all. Without her arms or the tattered clothing as cover, she was completely naked in front of the door, struggling with all her strength... as her exposed breasts rose and fell in plain sight. Even if she got the door open, someone was going to see her... her everything! Ami shook her head, trying to cast the humiliating image out of her mind. She managed to keep the door ajar, and finally, just when she was about to give up... she gave a gasp of exertion and the doors came completely open, flooding her body with sunlight as the outside greeted her.

"F, finally..."

Along with a chorus of gasps.

"...AH!"

Ami stared blankly at the outside gathering, as several people stared blankly at the naked girl who had stumbled out of the mall without a single inch of fabric on... and just when she thought to reach behind her for the scraps as cover, the doors slammed shut behind her bare rear. "O, oh no...!"

Ami had no choice but to run!

Ami turned back to the door and hopeless pushed on it. It wasn't moving.

She slowly looked back at the surprised group of people with growing worry and fear. They all appeared to be shocked and surprised as Ami was.

"This... isn't... I'm not... I didn't do this on purpose!" Ami forced herself to blurt out. She wasn't sure how to explain this, those were the only words she had.

It didn't earn much sympathy from the people that found her. One of them reached into their pocket to grab their phone to take a picture. Ami caught a tiny break when he fumbled it on the pavement.

"Awe man, not now!" he said frustration.

"Sorry!" Ami blushed furiously, held her chest and ran away from the group. Her first thought was to get away as she ran from the group. She ran as quickly as her naked feet could carry her. She glanced back and saw that no one was following her, as a small blessing. She was far away from the crowd, catching her breath behind a car when she realized she was alone.

Well... alone as one could be in a mall parking lot, anyway. How could this have happened!? Ami stared down at her exposed cleavage, almost delirious with panic. This wasn't real... it couldn't be... She bit her lip, trying to keep from panicking. Keep it together, she was smarter than that! Ami hugged her sides, desperate to cover her nakedness as she looked around. The mall was near a forested area... she had a chance. It was slim, but Ami knew she only had one real course of action, which was to stay in hiding and look for other options.

Ami stayed low, frantically looking around for something she could use. The forest was right there, but she couldn't quite make that run yet. Her apartment was a bit far from this mall. She had to find something she could use for cover.

In her crouched position, Ami peeked her head over the car. Off in the distance was a trash can. It was a bit naive to think there would be clothes in there. At most Ami expected wrappers and empty cups. They were of no use to the naked girl. However... the bag itself might be of use.

The idea was less than appealing, but she had nothing else. Ami took a few steps forward, and felt a slight chill around her foot.

She looked and saw that she had stepped in a small puddle. And at the center of that puddle, was an ice sculpture. Ami glanced around, wondering how it got there. Upon closer inspection, she noticed telltale signs of how.

The sculpture itself was of her. Naked and covering her intimates. The base of the sculpture had the words "Need Help?"

It was obvious that Berthier did this. Who else could make a sculpture with that kind of detail on a summer day? Ami looked at the sculpture, then to the trashcan, then back to the sculpture and took her chances with the trash can.

Ami hesitated for a moment - only a moment - and then kicked at the tiny sculpture with her toes, making tiny shards which she quickly brushed aside. No, she wasn't that desperate. Berthier would only make things worse, of that Ami was positive. She was like this because of that woman after all!

No, Ami had to get by on her own... and so she would. She leaned up from behind the car, looked around, and knew the coast was as clear as it would get. She adjusted her hands over her skin to cover what she could before hurrying to the trash can.

With each step she was second-guessing herself. She was standing out in the open in the parking lot where anyone could see her! Ami quickly shook her head, blushing as she cast her stare downward. It was all the more reason to hurry. She stopped at the end of the trash can, carefully standing so that it covered the front of her lower body. If nothing else, no one would see her most intimate areas. Except what came next still required a bold step. Ami took one last look around, and dropped her guard to take up the garbage bag, a shiver going through her as her breasts gently shifted downward against her ribs, their bared peaks jutting out in plain sight. She had to hurry!

Ami quickly made to pull the garbage bag free, and as a result managed to get the bag away.

The bag came free of the trash can without much trouble. Ami held the plastic bag and crouched down behind the trash bag to be hidden again. Well, as hidden as the trash can could hide her anyway.

When Ami looked at the bag, she found good news and bad news. The good news was the bag had very little trash in it. A few stray potato chip bags and a couple of empty cups. They were no big deal, as Ami tossed the trash back into the can.

The bad news was that the white trash bag was cheap. It seemed thin and almost transparent. Still, it was something Ami could use. She reached through the trash bag to poke holes that she could fit her arms and head through. The only advantage of the material being thin, was that these holes were easy to poke.

Ami took a deep breath and pulled the trash bag over her body. It clung to her naked figure, and her skin was visible where the plastic touched. She blushed as the trash bag really didn't help much. Still, it was better than nothing. But was it enough? Ami decided to get moving!

It wasn't much... in fact it was little more than nothing. But it was by far preferable to it. Ami nodded, ran her hands shakily down the sides of the thin plastic material, and began to move past the cars through the lot.

Just where was she going to go? There was no way she could pass for decent up close, even at a distance was pushing it, as she felt the flimsy material brushing against her bare curves with every step she took. Maybe this wasn't the brightest idea... but what else could she have done?

Ami blushed, feeling the pressing sensation against the front of the bag; those of her own protruding nipples. It... it wasn't that thin, was it? Whether it was or not, the outlines of her breasts and their bright peaks were clear as day. This wasn't good at all.

Ami shook her head, despite her bright red face. There was no time to be distracted, all she had to do was run for the bushes and-

"AH!" She gasped as a nearby car roared to life, causing Ami to stumble backward as she stared blankly at the driver. "B, be more car-..."

She felt the cool breeze within seconds as the clear material was pulled taut against her heaving breasts... and allowed them to peek out through a growing horizontal tear. "A, ah... no!" She shoved an arm against the fronts of her breasts, cupping them for protection, before Ami once again ran out of sight, taking her right into the forested area.

Running on pure adrenaline and fear, Ami rose to her feet and started running towards the forested area. Ami ran, hearing the car that was near her honk. She didn't look back. She just kept moving.

Ami could feel the growing tear in the front of the bag. This cheap bag was already starting to fail Ami, for what little it covered. All the more reason for her to keep moving though.

The rough pavement gave way to softer grass, a small blessing. But Ami wouldn't truly feel better until she was behind a few trees. Further and further she ran in, until she finally found a tree that looked big enough to conceal her body from the parking lot. Once behind it, Ami sighed and leaned back against the tree.

She did it. She was away from the mall. Ami looked down at the condition of her "cover." The hole revealing her breasts was wide. The nearly naked girl began to wonder if the bag was even worth taking. If nothing else it was better than whatever Berthier would have done.

Ami was deep enough in the forest area to not be visible from the mall anymore. That was a good thing. Staying close to tree, Ami was soon interrupted by something.

Ami was resigned to covering her breasts with both arms, even knowing full well no one was around to see them. It just felt... shameful to have them hanging out like that. Unfortunately, the girl realized she was facing a very real issue... she'd run so frantically into the forest that she didn't know where she was!

"Okay, just... just retrace your steps..." Ami nodded, watching the area around her feet. She shifted through the grass, and looked forward through the trees, hurrying past them, The thin bag rustled and shifted with every step she took, and it felt like the tear was widening. She had to hurry!

What she didn't realize was her instinct to cover her chest only added to the flimsy bag's strain, and soon it was torn clean down to her pelvic area. Ami didn't have time to pay mind to that, though, she just continued on through the grass, and soon the girl found footing on the smooth surface of pavement. Finally, she was away from the forest! Ami sighed, relaxed her arms ever so slightly, and took her surroundings. Surely she could get home from -

*BEEP!*

Ami's eyes went wide as the sound of a horn roared seconds before a car flew past her... then another, then another. Oh no... she realized immediately where she was.

The forest had deposited Ami right on the sidewalk by the freeway! She felt the thin material rustling loosely around her hips, threatening to flutter away further. "N, no, not here...!" Ami reached down with her hand, carefully cradling her breasts with her other arm, trying in vain to pull the bag back upward. All she had to do was cover up, and then she'd get past the road... and her home couldn't be far! The only problem was... traffic wasn't letting up.

Ami held onto herself, fidgeting uncomfortably and holding the bag. She was waiting for a chance to cross the expressway. All she needed was an opening in traffic. But... that wasn't happening. Car after speeding car continued flying right past her. Each one caused an audible rustle from the trash bag. Ami wasn't aware just how badly it was torn.

She could only stand there and wait for an opening. Traffic would have to let up sooner or later. A quick glance down the highway lead her to seeing a lone semi-truck coming down. As far as Ami could see, it was the break she needed!

So she held onto herself, waiting in anticipation. She'd run across, the first set of lanes going one way, and wait for her chance at the opposite. However, disaster struck when the semi sped by.

It gave a loud honk, warning Ami not to cross it's path. No big deal. However, Ami felt the effects of the wind tunnel the large vehicle created. The air whipped around her skin. Her naked skin.

Ami's eyes widened when she realized the bag was gone.

"W-where did... ah!" Her eyes widened in shock. There she saw the trash bag caught in the breeze, floating down the expressway. It had torn completely off of her. She needed that bag back. It was her only cover. But she looked down the road, and saw an opening she could cross. Getting completely across the expressway was possible if she did a full sprint. But that would mean abandoning her cover! Ami decided the best option was to run for it.

Sadly, Ami was resigned to a clear fact: wasting more precious time chasing after a ridiculous form of cover was pointless. She had an opening, and a clear route home... she had to take it. Ami braced herself, though no amount of breath in the world could prepare her for what she was about to do.

She meekly shifted each of her hands into a familiar covering placement over her intimates, and then she ran out into the street. Her feet grazed across the warm pavement as she ran at a breakneck pace, her arm barely containing her breasts from spilling out into plain sight as she ran. She'd never wished more for a bra than she had in that moment. There would be no denying that a naked girl was running across the street... Ami could only hope that what was seen of her body was kept to an absolute minimum, and that no one recognized her.

Ami finally got across, and quickly moved to a low stance as cars sped by once more. She was hardly out of sight, but at least no one could easily see her from between the lanes. She took only a few moments to catch her breath as she looked around, confirming the obvious; that bag was gone. Ami had nothing but her own wits with which to get home. It'd have to do.

Ami slowly got to her feet, and realized... there was a break in traffic. Not a big one, but it was big enough for Ami to make a move.

With little time to spare, Ami held her breasts and began to run as fast as she could. Her heart was pounding, and her breasts attempted to bounce out of her arms. If not for cover, a bra would have been nice just to keep them from bouncing as she ran.

There were a few loud honks blaring in Ami's ears, telling her that she had been seen. That she was crazy for running on the expressway. Cray for running on the expressway -naked-.

But with the adrenaline coursing through Ami, she wasn't able to think about modesty. She leaped over the short safety barrier of the expressway and tumbled onto the grass behind it. Ami rolled onto her back panting deeply, and finally gave a small sigh of relief. She made it across.

Sure, she may have been seen, but she made it across, and home wasn't much further.

Ami had no time to rest. She couldn't just stay there for however many minutes if not hours it would take for traffic to die down! She had to act immediately, and get home before anyone else saw... or worse, *found* her.

She set her hands down and quickly pushed up to her feet from the grass, eyeing her surroundings. She hadn't thought this at all through. She was near a solid wall of pavement, and the sidewalk adjacent to it was in clear view of the freeway! The nearest path back towards a housing area was further down the road. Ami gulped, and knew she had spent enough time delaying as it was. Another frantic honk reminded her of that. The naked girl once again grabbed onto her heaving breasts and hurried down the sidewalk. She felt them rising and falling faster with every step, since she was still short on breath, and every touch of her bare toes against the pavement was a painful reminder of how bad her situation was.

"I, I'm almost there..." She pushed herself on, keeping her lower hand positioned between her exposed hips. She could at least minimize how much of her people saw. and in a few more feet, she'd be away from everyone's line of sight!

"Ah, ah.... almost..." She felt her feet slowing up as she stumbled forward, still several feet away from the path that lead away from the freeway. "No, I... I have to... keep going...!" Her muscles ached, from her toes to her shoulders. She had been running almost nonstop since reaching the mall, and it was beginning to catch up with her. Soon Ami's sprint was becoming an unsteady fast walk, and then she was moving a step at a time, gasping for breath. "Ah... ah..." Ami couldn't take any more. She nearly doubled over, barely catching herself by pushing her hands against her thighs to stay up... causing her breasts to spill out into plain sight. "O, oh no..." Beeeeeep. A horn honked loudly at the naked girl with her bared chest out in the open, her protruding nipples aimed at the sidewalk. "N, not here...!" The exhausted girl took desperate action, and despite her weariness, Ami dove into the grass!

Ami's eyes went wide. She had to get out of sight, FAST! She sprung forward from her feet, extending her arms and legs with a weak gasp as she threw herself into the grass adjacent to the road. It was the only thing nearby that let her stay low to the ground, out of sight of the highway. Ami turned over onto her back, gasping deeply. Her chest heaved in plain sight, she extended her legs, resting her arms at her sides. She was sore everywhere, and didn't have the strength to bother covering herself. "Ah...ah... just... need to rest... a, a little..."

The naked girl shifted in the grass, letting her body settle. She let her breathing calming as shut her eyes, and her breasts slowly relaxed as she felt her tension easing off some. "Just... a little rest.." She murmured without thinking, and before long, she felt her consciousness drifting away without thinking.


"Ah...AH!" Ami realized too late what had happened as she shot her eyes open. She hadn't... fallen asleep had she!? She blinked her eyes open, staring down in horror. True enough, she was still naked from head to toe, lying in the grass. "N, no..." She had absolutely passed out. She was turned onto her side in the grass, her side and back caked in dirt and shreds of grass. She yelped and sat up, desperate to get the dirt off her body. "W, why here...!?" She hugged her breasts quickly with one arm, and wiped off her back with the other.

The good news was that traffic had clearly died down... the bad news was that it was no longer sunny out. How long had she been out!?

Ami was still unsteady, but she could still make it home... so without hesitation, Ami got up and hurried.

It was late. Ami couldn't be sure of exactly what time it was, but it was definitely late. At first, Ami wasn't thrilled to wake up and find it dark out. However, on the upside, darkness offered it's own cover, and fewer people were likely to be out and about. It made a subtle return home much simpler.

Ami took a deep breath, and was on the move again. She made her way across the grass towards the regular streets. Her apartment was not far, she could see the building as she got further from the express way.

"Almost home," Ami said with a sigh. She took one quick glance around the streets and sidewalks leading home. For the moment they were clear. With the safety of home in sight, the naked girl took one more look around, and got moving as quick as her naked feet could carry her.

It was different to do this at night. The air and the pavement felt cooler. Being darker made it harder to see people, but easier to see cars. Not that Ami would call either experience pleasant. She was more interested in getting inside and finding clothes.

As Ami made her run towards her apartment, she soon saw that someone was waiting for her.

Ami's eyes went wide as she almost passed by a fence that would have put her in plain sight of the apartment building. She hadn't seen just one person, she'd seen several! She waited until her nervous breathing settled down, and with one arm keeping her heaving breasts in check, Ami slowly peered around the side of the fence, panic giving way to outright confusion at what she saw.

It was Usagi... Makoto... Rei... and Minako. All her friends, cheerfully chatting away at the stairs. Obviously fine... and waiting for her.

But why? How? What was going on!? Either way... Ami had no chance of getting home without them seeing her. Unless...

Unless she...

There didn't seem to be a clear path for Ami to get inside. All of her friends were waiting her door, no doubt wondering about her. And if her door made any movement, they'd know.

It was okay. They were her best friends and fellow Shenshi. They could always count on each other when there was trouble.

At least that's what Ami told herself as she slowly approached. She hadn't been spotted by them yet. She wasn't mentally prepared for it. There was no telling how they'd react to seeing her naked.

"Sooo... has anyone seen Ami?" Usagi asked the rest of the group. "I haven't heard from her all day."

"Did anyone tell her we were running late for the cafe?" Minako asked. Her question went unanswered. "I hope she isn't mad..."

"Ami would have waited for us if we were running late though, something doesn't add up..." Makoto said, tapping her chin.

The naked girl took a deep breath. It was time for Ami to face them. She held her breasts, and kept one hand between her legs.

"H-hello," Ami meekly said walking up.

The group turned, and all at once their eyes bulged upon seeing Ami standing there. Ami closed her eyes, and felt her knees get weak. She fell to her knees, still covering herself as best she could as her face glowed red.

Once Ami's friends got over the initial shock, they quickly huddled around her out of concern and wonder. All eyes were on Ami, which she didn't like, despite the small comfort that they obscured the view of her from anyone else.

"Ami!? Are you alright? What happened? Where's your clothes?" Usagi asked.

It took a long time for Ami to get the words out, still in a shock from being seen naked. "B-Berthier took them at the Cafe. I finally got away from her at the mall."

"Berthier did this to you?" Rei said suddenly. "Where is she?" Rei said, balling one of her hands into a fist. "Nobody embarrasses one of our friends and gets away with it!"

"I-I don't know,..." Ami admitted. She really didn't have a clue, she hadn't seen Berthier since the mall, which could have been hours ago. By this point, she was focused on a different goal. "I-I'd really like to get inside now..."

"We need to find her right now!", declared Usagi.
"Yeah!"

A chorus of assenting voices rang up from the girls... except of course for the sole naked one, who stared at the others in stunned disbelief. "F, find her now!? I can't go with you all like this, I don't even have a, any..."

"Don't worry, Ami! We'll take care of things, you go inside and ... uh, get dressed..."
"Wait, wait! I-..."
After that bashful remark from Makoto, before Ami could try to voice another word of complaint, they ran off as a group.

"...I don't have a key!!!" Ami exclaimed at the air in panic as the girls disappeared, staring at her door hopelessly.

Ami looked from side to side, grabbed her door knob with both hands, and tugged frantically. Nothing.
"I, I can't just wait out here..." She whispered to herself in growing worry, and Ami knew she had little choice but to go after them.

Ami hated the fact she had to run from her apartment, but there wasn't much choice. She had given Makoto a spare key, and that was going to be the quickest way into her apartment. There wasn't any other way.

The naked girl covered herself as best she could, and ran in the direction her friends went. "H-hey! Wait up!" Ami said, giving them chase.

She found the whole group was at the street corner, glancing around having a small discussion.

"Hmm... now where would Berthier be hiding..." Usagi said stroking her chin and focusing.

"Ami said she last saw her at the mall. We should start our search there!" Minako said.

"Good thinking!" Usagi said.

"H-hey!" Ami said, running up to them with a deep blush.

There was a collective "huh?" They all looked and saw their still naked friend approaching.

"Um... Ami... shouldn't you get dressed? Or are you that eager to get even with Berthier?" Usagi asked.

"I-I need a key. Makoto, do you have the spare?" Ami asked with a shaky voice. She was exposed out on the streets near her friends, and she wanted out of site as quickly as possible.

"Oh, uh, sure..." Makoto responded sheepishly, both in that it hadn't occurred to her and that Ami was standing naked in the street besides them. She wasn't sure if it was more awkward for her or the group. The tall female began to search her pockets, when Ami went pale. She saw an officer approaching from the sidewalk! "I, I... I have to hide...!"

Before any of the girls could respond, Ami frantically dove behind a nearby wall of bushes for cover. While Makoto continued to search for the key, the officer approached the women with a reluctant tone. "Sorry to bother you, ladies, but... well, we've heard reports of a streaker in the area. Have you heard anything?"

The girls exchanged blank looks, and Ami felt her pulse quicken.

Usagi quickly shook her head, and the other girls followed her lead.

"Well, let us know if you do, eyewitnesses said she was first seen naked in a cafe, then went running through the mall..."

Usagi barely kept from giggling, and received a bunch of glares for her trouble. It was then Rei who whispered to the others. "...what if she did this on her own?" The other girls stared at her in disbelief, and Rei shrugged. "How do we know? Maybe she's got a side we don't know about..."

"Rei, that's not even funny!"

Minako giggled at the thought. "Well, it is kinda cute..."

Usagi then glared at her. "A, Ami would never...!"

The officer gave the girls another look. "Are you sure you don't know anything?"

Before they could discuss further, one of them was quick to respond.

"No!" Usagi said quickly. "We haven't heard anything about a streaker. But if we do, we'll let you know." She said in attempt to sound firm.

The officer looked over the group for a moment. Then he nodded. "Alright. You girls stay safe." He said before walking away.

Once he was well out of earshot, Usagi looked towards the bush. "He's gone now, Ami."

Ami gave out a quiet sigh of relief. She slowly got back up from behind the bushes, still with her hands at her intimates. "Th thank you all. I don't know what I would have done..."

"Yeah, an indecent exposure charge can really ruin the fun." Rei said with a hint of sarcasm.

"W-what?" Ami was dumbfounded as there was a collective giggle among the girls.

"Oh it's nothing. I just had a little thought where you might have... chose, to do this." Rei said.

This earned a larger "What?" from the naked girl. "Y-you don't seriously think... no! I'd never do this!"

"You know, now that I think about it, Rei might be onto something," Makoto started. "I took a glance at your bookshelf once, and there's a few titles that stick out in my mind..."

This was quickly going from bad to worse. Ami was counting on her friends to help her out of this problem, and they were actually making it more embarrassing. Worse, they thought she chose to do this!

"P-please, I need my key!" Ami asked, quickly glancing around to make sure nobody was coming.

"Rei, she's been through enough..." Makoto rolled her eyes and smiled as she handed Ami the key. "...get home safe, okay? We'll find Berthier for sure!" She patted Ami's shoulder reassuringly, and despite some muttering from Rei, the group hurried off.

Ami sighed in relief... then realized she was alone on the street corner. The girl clutched the key and headed back home as fast as she could. It wouldn't be quite so easy, though, since... it started to rain.

With the key in her hand, and her home in sight, Ami started to think this nightmare would come to an end. She'd finally get inside, and finally be able to put some clothes on. Well, maybe a shower first, after all, she did hide in grass, dive behind a bush, and used a trash bag for cover.

Drip

It was small but sudden. Surprising and yet chilling. Ami noticed a bit of moisture had hit her shoulder.

Then another came down. Then another. And then another. Soon, droplet after droplet began falling down from the sky. Ami's shower had come early. The downpour started soft but soon started falling quite heavily. In seconds, Ami's naked body was wet, and shined under the lamps of the apartment. It would be quite the sight if anyone happened to be out, but Ami didn't want to be showing off. The chill was a shock to her body, and she could feel the tips of her breasts press... a little harder against her arm than usual.

With the chilling rain making her hold herself for warmth as well as cover, Ami approached her door and slid her key into the lock. The doorknob turned open without a fight, much to Ami's relief. She opened the door and found someone in her apartment.

Ami was not in the best of states upon heading inside. In addition to being naked, she was cold, wet, and tired. She took in a heavy sigh as she pushed the door shut with her rear, setting the key down nearby before locking the door. She'd get dried off and then-...

She blinked, realizing a familiar white-haired girl was smiling at her from her sofa. "W, what are you doing... h, here...?"
Berthier smiled sweetly, unfolded her legs, and waved at the girl innocently.

"I wanted to congratulate you, sweetie, you did so very well."

"I, I've been through enough... s, so please leave, okay?" Ami spoke in a small tone, not wanting to instigate anything further from happening.

Berthier just tsked and shook her head. "Of course, you have been through plenty... so I'm going to put everything back how it should be."

"Y, you really would...?"

"Of course. If that's alright with you, everything will be as it was, before you even saw me, so this whole horrible day can be a memory. Will that be agreeable?"

Ami didn't even need to think twice. "Y, yes...! Please!"

"As you wish. It's been fun, my dear." Berthier smiled, reached up her hand, and snapped her gloved fingers. "Good luck..."

"W, what do you mean good lu-"

Everything went dark. Ami gasped, opened her eyes, and found herself outside the entrance to the cafe, her books in her hands as before.

And it was all she had. Not a soul was around to notice, but there just barely out of sight of the road was a naked, drenched girl, with nothing to her name but a set of books.

And as Ami's eyes widened in panic, the last thing she heard was a soft giggle in her ear.

[The End~]