A school uniform... of sorts

You find yourself wearing a uniform not too different from what the students wear. But the bronze from the student uniform is replaced with silver in your case. The button-up top and skirt might look a bit cute, if not for the fact that they fit terribly. The top is far too small for you to bring together even a single button. It fits more like an open-front jacket, barely managing to reach your nipples. Ample cleavage, and most of your midriff, are completely exposed. Fortunately, Rhea found a black bra for you, but unfortunately, it’s very sheer. Your light skin tone, and the pink of your nipples, still show through. And the bra’s elaborate pattern makes it seem like you’re trying way too hard to make an impression…

The skirt isn’t much better. If you stand perfectly still, it covers the bare minimum that it needs to. Just walking would be enough to show the curve where your round ass meets your thighs, and a slight breeze would show everything! Beneath it is a petty g-string in the same color as your bra, managing to barely hide your pussy and nothing else. Wearing such sexualizing panties somehow feels more embarrassing than wearing nothing at all. Throw in some thigh-high tights with the same pattern and transparency as your bra, and you’re dressed to be every horny student’s wet dream of a professor.

“Is this really all you have?”

Your question is met with the mischievous sound of Rhea trying to hold back her laughter. You’ll take that as a “yes”. At least Seteth left on some important business, so you don’t have to endure any further judgment. Though you don’t relish being alone with Rhea, either.

You follow your question with, “Don’t you at least have some more decent undergarments for me?”

Rhea collects herself just enough to give a response. “Sorry, dear. That uniform is all I have. It’s left over from a time when we enacted a dress code for the female staff and faculty, including their underwear.” Just the female ones? Really? “Unfortunately, the professors seemed far worse at holding onto their uniforms than the students. A curious phenomenon… It simply wasn’t in our budget to keep replacing them, so we had to relent on that policy. It was fun while it lasted, though.”

“And you still have this uniform because…?”

“That one never fit anyone.”

No surprise there. You just have one more question before you leave. “So, about being violated in my room by some students… You’re really not going to do anything about that?”

With a cheshire grin, Rhea replies, “Absolutely not. Welcome to Garreg Mach Monastery.”