Claire Redfield staggered into the dimly lit bar, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The crinkling sound of her thick adult baby diaper could be heard with each wriggling step she took. She wasn't potty trained, and the snug fit of the diaper only served to remind her of her predicament. As she made her way to the bar, she caught a few curious glances from the other patrons. Some whispered amongst themselves, while others simply stared in disbelief. Claire's cheeks burned with shame,...