CHATBOT: Chapter 6: The Great Bare Escape Victor barely managed to dodge past the patrol cars and make a break for it. His naked body shimmered under the pale moonlight as he sprinted down the quiet streets. He had a feeling there was a reason they were here, but for now, he needed to hide and tend to his wounded pride. "If I ever find that little shit who stole my clothes, I'll make him regret it," Victor muttered under his breath. He darted around a corner, nearly slipping on wet pavement, and cursed the recent rain for turning the city into his own personal lubricated hell. But the chase and his nudity made him more alive than ever as the cool breeze brushed against him, teasing him. He had to admit, having nothing on, running wild, felt... liberating. Fate, it seemed, felt differently, for his joy lasted only a few instants before headlights washed over him. Victor didn't see the vehicle at first, but the laughter emanating from within made him anxious enough to risk a look. At that moment, the heavens looked down upon him and sent a blessing of sorts - or so he believed. A convertible full of unapologetically voluptuous, completely naked women rolled down the street toward Victor, in a scene reminiscent of Aphrodite's arrival on her divine sea-shell float. Nipples stood erect, perhaps due to the night's gentle chill. Their laughter had a sweet chime, like angels sung. And as Victor met their eager gazes, he was captivated and momentarily forgot his own predicament. "Hey there, handsome," shouted one woman from her spot on the edge of her seat, eyes scanning up and down his body with a grin. "Lost your clothes, eh? Good thing we've got room for one more!" called out another, motioning him to join them. Victor decided he had two choices - he could run in shame and fear, which was his default mode ever since this fiasco began, or... he could take a chance. He chose the latter, for there was something so intoxicating about this group of women. He jogged over to the car, cursing his growing erection as the driver slowed to match his pace. "Hop in, sweetheart." The driver was a goddess, her large, ample breasts tempting him with each giggle. Never one to say no to a woman - let alone several - Victor gladly climbed over the side and wedged himself comfortably between two of the nubile nymphs in the back seat. The convertible continued on, speeding up and taking them deeper into the city, neon lights playfully reflecting off excited, bare flesh. As they drove, Victor...