Heather glanced between the skirt, then the shopkeeper, then through the window of the store, and back again. Heater wasn't the most in shape, nor was she very inconspicuous being bottomless as she was, but she had to get dressed somehow. She'd be damned before she let some schmuck scam her for a two-bit armor item; she had the thing in her hands, so, offering a short smile to the shop keeper, she suddenly turned and ran!
"Wait! Stop! Thief!" cried the nondescript NPC shopkeeper. The call seemed to sound farther than just the walls of his store, however, because Heather could hear it repeating loud even as she moved farther and farther from the scene of the crime, an automated alert that let every player in the area know why a mostly-naked girl was running at full tilt across the market. And as NPC guards started spawning in, crying "Sieze her!", some of those players started grinning and taking up arms against her.
So, all in all, Heather was in a bad spot. Shoeless, mooning her pursuers as she ran bottomless, one arm still holding her shirt down in the front while the one holding the pilfered skirt was draped across her chest, trying to restrain her bouncing, bra-less, B-cups. The hacker's heart was pounding (somewhere in the back of her mind she appreciated the immersive virtual reality) and her eyes were darting around the road ahead of her. Maybe she could duck into an alley, or double back and ditch the mob around her? Maybe she could get the skirt on before getting busted over it, at least?
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