A "toga"

"Are you sure this is appropriate?" Kacey asked as she dropped her gown and stepped out of it, handing it to Molly with a blush, "it looks like it's just a bedsheet."

"Well," Molly said, "it's actually a toga. The fraternities throw a wild toga party every Friday before spring break, and it looks like someone dropped theirs." Molly knew full well, but certainly didn't tell Kacey, that everyone wore clothes under their toga, so the owner of this one wouldn't have had much stress looking for it.

"Okay, do you have a brooch or something for me to tie it together?" Kacey just overlapped the two edges of the white sheet around her front, clutching them dearly by the top to her breasts. Of course, the toga was way too big for her, so this ended up exposing her backside all the way down to the small, and even Kacey could sense that the garment was more "over" her than "on" her with all the airspace between it and her body.

"No safety pins or anything, sorry," Molly just shrugged, "you'll just have to hold it together with your hands."

"Ummm, okay, thanks!" Kacey just blushed and turned to go, being careful not to trip as she noticed the bedsheet leave a long train in front of and behind her.

Even Kacey knew that this was unacceptable - she hadn't really gotten anything from the lost and found, now she was just naked with what she could swear was a bedsheet loosely draped over her. So, she walked to the nearest bench, sat down, and got her phone from her purse, looking up Brooke's contact info from the admissions website and sending her a text message.

"Hi Brooke, this is Kacey. Could you bring my clothes to the lost and found? It's... complicated."

Unbeknownst to her, Molly had already told Brooke of what she had given Kacey, so when Brooke got the text her eyes lit up and her mouth cracked a wry smile.