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After a /h/ummiliating incident in front of the other girls Noire makes a mad dash to the locker room for a change of clothing.
Sadly the spare bikini she was sure she'd stashed away last week is nowhere to be found.
She desperately rummages through the abandoned gear bin in the hopes of finding something, anything at all, capable of hiding her shame.
Sadly only one article of clothing fits her curvy frame; a shiny purple latex singlet.
Though it covers far more than her bikini it feels ten times as lewd, Noire has seen enough of her mother's old matches to know the singlet had to have belonged to Auntie Zunie.
Though her cheeks are flushed Noire shivers, an icy chill grips her. Literally.
>OUCH!
An unseen force pinches her nipples then savagely tugs on the singlet, giving the terrified Noire a painful(?) and embarrassing front wedgie.
A moment later Noire regains her composure and feels around for her fedora, but much like her spare bikini it seems to have gone missing.
What the hell is happening in the dojo today?
