>>1635616This sport never had been her strong suit. Emi was more into the elegant side of competition; art, music, activities which didn't require physical exertion.
Yet her best friend, one of the finest servers in the district, insisted on having her join the doubles tournament, since there had been 'no one else'. She wouldn't have agreed for anyone else.
Her opponent wasn't particularly skilled, either. Which made the first match an almost leisurely experience. Until she had to face the girl's partner. Emi didn't have a chance, then.
Each serve of the ball went flying past her, with terrifying swiftness and aggression.
Why wasn't her partner helping!? Then before she could wind back to attempt a meek return serve, a curious draft made her stare downward with a perplexed look as she gripped her pink skirt. She didn't wear underwear that revealing, she always wore shorts beneath her clothing, precisely FOR situations like this!
Except... Emi then recalled that nap she had allowed herself to take in the locker room. Her friend had kept watch over her, of course. And... for some reason, subjected her to those far-too-suggestive panties.
As Emi's gaze frantically sought out her friend for an explanation, their eyes met and the other girl just winked, as if to say 'it's all part of the plan...'.
So against better judgement, she swung with all her might... and then her friend made a motion with her hand, then her blouse swiftly tore in two from the waist on up.
The underwear had been easy to replace. The bra? She just left that right off.
Since her serve easily scored a point away from the stunned female across from her, one could figure that the distraction served its purpose and then some.
