>>1735635Ignoring that, Izumo-sensei got up and went to help Mioko into her position. After carefully crossing her legs and taking a moment to calm herself again, Chidori glanced that way and saw that Mioko was placing her right foot on the pedestal to Chidori's left and sliding a sheer, dark stocking up that leg. She stopped when it was just a bit below the knee and Izumo-sensei stepped back in front of the two of them, looking as proud and excited as ever. "And now for the finishing touch. Chidori dear, do you think you could hold your hair just like yesterday?" Somewhat relieved that was all she had to do, Chidori reached back and drew her fingers through her hair. "There!" Izumo-sensei exclaimed, "Just like that." For a moment everything was silent, with a strange undercurrent of tense anticipation. Then there was a soft rustle of fabric, and Chidori was seized by sudden panic as she felt her yukata fall open.
"Perfect! Now don't move!" the order was quite superfluous, since Chidori was still frozen with shock and embarrassment. The feeling ebbed somewhat when it occurred to her that her legs were still crossed and the fabric at her chest was still covering her nipples, although by only the tiniest margin. She frantically tried to reassure herself that nothing important was showing, but it still felt like she was perched right on the edge of exposing herself, just one slightly careless movement or deep breath away from flashing the art class again. "Ah, and if you could turn just a bit more to the right, Mioko?" Izumo-sensei continued, taking a step back, then beamed with approval. "Yes, much better. Such a marvelous scene. Two lovely traditional beauties dressing themselves in lovely traditional clothing."
