Yuki succumbed to the comforting atmosphere, slipping into slumber. She lay there, oblivious and serene, until the tanning bed emitted the beeping that signaled the end of a tan session. Yuki opened the bed, sitting up and stretching deeply before looking down to admire her own body. While the results weren't anything huge, which is to be expected from just a single session, she did seem just the slightest bit darker. Making a mental note to come back in the near future, Yuki reached into the basket where she had left her clothes, grabbing...
Nothing.
Yuki's eyes widened, and she frantically looked into the basket. It was empty, no sign of her clothes. What she did notice, however, was something she had missed on her first assessment of the room; the basket had a small label on one side, reading "Trash". One of the cleaning staff must have come in and emptied the basket without paying attention to its contents, and now Yuki was suffering the consequences.
Doing her best not to panic, Yuki closed her eyes and began to take deep breaths. She assessed her situation. She was naked, in the mall, on the highest floor, and had no way of contacting a trustworthy source. She had to think of something to get out of this predicament.
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