>>1615983Dreading to see what changes have been made, I open the bag with shaking hands. It looks like someone has taken a four-inch section of fabric on the back of my dress and folded it in on itself, so the front buttons are now eight inches away from their respective button holes. The buttons themselves have been removed and reattached on eight-inch strings, so I could get the dress closed but with a sizeable gap in the middle, enough to show off my panties and bra, and given my bra, a high chance of showing off my nipples too. Without a stitch ripper or a good pair of scissors, I don't think I could fix this without ruining it.
I briefly consider putting it on backwards, but this has other problems. The dress is low enough in the back that it doesn't actually reach my boobs if worn backwards. I rummage around and find my pink high-cut panties and now relatively modest-looking quarter cup bra, but no sign of my t-shirt or Elenor's robe, which must have been sent to the laundry room. The lack of any other underwear does prove that she wasn't wearing anything under her robe last night.
Elenor, seeing that her clothes aren't there, begins to look pretty terrified, although she's shivering enough from the ice bath already. She's clearly too polite to demand clothing, but I get the feeling I should give her something to wear. We've got two sets of useless pearl underwear, my pink lingerie and a now somewhat more well-ventilated sundress between us. Technically all the clothing is mine and I could send Elenor on her way without a stitch on her, but I might feel horrible doing so, but I'm not sure how to divide the clothes we've got up in a sensible way, I'd rather not have to get back to my room naked after going through that, uh, experience to get here.
PROMPT: How do I divide up the clothes we've got?
