A thread catches a door.

And she didn't notice.

Of course, it didn't just destroy her dress. It just ends up tightening it. Immensely. Her areola was visible and her nipple spoked through her dress, and her skirt was pulled up enough that her white-and-cyan striped panties was easily seen, along with her cameltoe.

Baby left the room before anyone in it noticed.

She began her walk back to her room. It would only take five or so corridors. Unknown to her, every step would make her titties bounce and her asscheeks clap.

_'Why is it so cold in here?' She thought to herself. 'And why am I blushing?'_ She kept walking, ignoring the men with their eyes glued to her winking cameltoe and swaying tits.