Public Nudity / Beach / Found Dog
A bouncing short-bus of silken golden hair and slobber comes careening along the white sand. He hustles toward the three of you with the enthusiasm of an excited toddler and a grace to match.
Brutus has arrived.
Oversized for his breed, Brutus may very well outweigh you. First, he leaps up on Thomas, licking and yipping happily, before bounding back away and reapproaching to give JayJay the same treatment. The cheerful beast's enthusiasm is disarming, enough so that you feel no fright at all when he turns and bounces up at you, licking and pawing roughly at your shoulders.
He is cute but heavy, and he instantly bowls you over. You are having so much fun raking your crooked fingers through the floppy fluff around his neck and ears that you don't even notice that, in the tackle, your sarong has slipped away. Neither of the boys bothers to warn you or reach for it as the wind catches the flimsy garment and carries it off into the gleaming sky.
Seconds later, Brutus' joyful bedlam causes him to bound clear of you. As the warmth and cover he provided slips away, your nudity comes crashing in on your consciousness. The sarong might not have been much, and intentionally so. It gave you very little cover and you spent most of your time making sure it gave you less in flashes and flares. However, now that it is gone you actually feel suddenly vulnerable. Your hands drift defensively toward your crotch and breasts as you stand back up and look at the fluttering strip of cloth as it disappears. More than that, the beachgoers, tourists and locals alike, are starting to stare and mutter, now that your "magical deniability" has been stripped away.
The boys notice your shift in posture, and since Brutus has been found...
...they suggest you join them and retreat back to JayJay's Dad's beach house.
...they turn toward the tourist pier and suggest you come with them, right into the largest crowd.