“2nd floor: Bureau of Clothing”

The chapter name totally made me think that agents were going to nab her. Bonus points here for the creative adventure.

She thanked him half-heartedly and proceeded through, holding her right hand between her backside and his spectacles.

Good sentence.

“Good, good,” came the man’s voice. “Say clothes!”

haha… you are really building up the tension.

Angela felt a flash of envy for him, having such an easy job of covering himself.

Funny last moment encounter. Oh wow, after all that… lol

As I said on another board, it reminded me of Franz Kafka, specifically The Trial (Der Prozess) where the bewildered protagonist is sent all round the place after being told he is being put on trial for some unmentioned crime.  It doesn’t end well but in one scene, the judge seems to be reading porn instead of paying attention.

Incidentally, Kafka lived in Prague – I’ve been the the Kafka museum there – and that is a city that has been the scene of many a nude in public photoshoot over the years.

Thank you! The Tami Smithers stories were certainly a big inspiration.