>>1582600As it went, the taken bottom hadn't seemed anywhere near dissolved... it had held up perfectly well in fact, as if that crisis had long since been averted. It didn't change the present one in the slightest, however... that it was no longer in her possession.
She was blushing profusely as she stared at the devious boy with outright shock, even as the child just smiled back innocently, as if to say 'you'd better get going~'.
She wanted to do something, anything to get that stolen attire back... but even the best case scenario required bartering and wasting time, and she was in no position to get do either.
A helpless, lingered stare cast at the boy, before she simply hurried on ahead down the narrow path, an arm wedged between her hips and the other still close to her chest to keep from being a walking indecency.
Yet even with that modesty barely maintained... she was drawing stares as she walked past. It wasn't just the outline of her breasts, either.
The subtle curve of her hips beneath that blouse, and even the outline of her backside from a certain angle... it was painfully evident to anyone who stared for longer than a moment. She felt a shiver go through her as she approached the end of that narrow path, her upper arm holding the blouse close.
There were small crowds of people, but... she could see her destination, just across the road. All she needed was a few minutes more, and she was home free; the events of the night could be left forgotten.
Then, barely three feet from the end of the path, it happened. Button after button, from her neck to her collar bone... the blouse started coming undone. She hadn't touched a single one, yet... it was happening.
The blouse was slowly but surely coming apart! "N-..no, she didn't..." She had no explanation. Had her friend done this somehow? Was the blouse simply faulty? Was some entity just out to get her?
