[ WP ] Everyone 's nudes get released online in an NSA screw up , as a result people abandon clothing altogether .

A long sad sigh slipped away from between her lips. Manicured almond shaped tips brushed slowly through layers of hanging black fabric, gently caressing. Each garment clung to a silken hangar, all identical and facing the proper direction. How could this have happened? Why her? A glance into the large leaning mirror to her side confirmed what she already knew. It reflected her beautiful closet -- huge overstuffed retro button tuft chair, honey colored wood floors, tangled mess of jewelry and hair accessories on a large dressing table in the center of the room, crystal chandelier, but most importantly wall to wall rolling racks made of black gas steel pipe holding all the pieces she had cultivated throughout the years. Though neatly organized, the sheer volume and variety of clothing lent a chaotic feel to the room. From faux fur coats to bikinis, pencil skirts to waffle knit sweaters, to strappy numbers that you were n't sure quite how they went on, to a seemingly endless amount of tiny black tank tops, the room had always given her pleasure. But now? The mirror reflected her nude form. Ivory skin seemed to glow in contrast to her surroundings. Dyed black hair framed her heavily made up face, expertly penned winged liner complimenting and contrasting her light eyes. Another sigh, this one louder and longer than the last escaped her lips. With that, she pivoted and reached over to the middle shelf of a massive floor to ceiling book case, retconned into holding a rather complete shoe collection, and plucked off a pair of well-worn Doc Martens. They were black as well. 
 `` At least I still have you.''
