Ann posed with the skimpy outfit

Ann stood incredibly still, as she feared any sudden movements would cause the “suit” to tear apart! She held her arms over her bare stomach, feeling particularly uncomfortable with the cool air against her torso.

“Now if you could please walk over to the set for me?” Kashiwagi said, gesturing towards the all white backdrop set.

Ann was hesitant. For one thing, she wasn’t sure walking in such a tight and short skirt would be possible. She could feel her thighs being squeezed against each other, like two water balloons held in a tight grip. For another, the thought of being photographed in such a ridiculous outfit was terrifying for the poor blonde.

She’d had her fair share of exposing and revealing outfits in the past, her Phantom Thief attire being her most notable. Took her a while to get used to the Cat-like dominatrix gear she used to wear, but this was nothing short of a gimmick, something only a pretentious fashion model would make.

Nevertheless, Ann didn’t want to disappoint her manager or Kashiwagi, even if she really wanted to just leave. She slowly shuffled up to the set like a baby penguin, causing fits of laughter and snickering among the crew. Ann tried to ignore them the best she could.

Now on stage, the crew flashed the overhead and front lights on, momentarily blinding the model before quickly adjusting to the brightness.

“Alright, let’s start off simple, hands on your hips with your left leg slightly out. Stand up straight and give me a stern, but approachable look. Embody your average office worker for me, Takamaki-san.”

Ann rolled her eyes, “I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing this in an office…” She whispered under her breath.

She followed Kashiwagi’s instructions, standing tall and confident for the camera. She hid her humiliation behind a stoic smile she had done in dozens of photo shoots before. But as the cameras in front of her flash, Kashiwagi looked back at Ann with disappointment.

“Hmmm, try sticking your chest out more, Takamaki-san?”

Ann was taken aback by the feedback, but nevertheless followed suit, moving her chest out as far as she could. She could feel the fabric squeezing her upper chest as it stretched as far as it could go. Ann felt equal parts pain and embarrassment as she knew her cleavage was center frame on the camera.

“I little more!” Said Kashiwagi behind the camera.

Ann squinted her eyes as she pushed her chest out as far as she could. The pressure against her chest made it hard to breathe, with Ann on the verge of passing out.

Then suddenly, three pings could be heard as Ann’s top burst open, exposing her lacy red bra once more. The buttons had flown off her suit, nearly missing the camera and the crew! Ann’s face grew a deep crimson red as she noticed her top had been explosively ripped open, causing her to cover her chest.

Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t fast enough as Kashiwagi’s camera had taken several pictures of her standing mindlessly with her bra covered cleavage squarely in frame.

“Unfortunate…” Kashiwagi sulked to himself. “I guess we should’ve made it a bit larger…”

“Yeah, maybe you should’ve just made a regular suit!” Ann thought to herself behind her crimson glow, looking annoyed at Kashiwagi.