Clara helps

Clara steps out of the bathroom and briefly admires Ava's body who has her back turned.

"I love that tush of yours hun."

"Can you stop gawking me and help me? I don't want to rip this new suit I got." Ava snapped.

Clara chuckles and walks over. She gets behind Ava and rest her hands on her shoulders as she looks at the suit.

"That's some lovely fishnets babe. Is that all you're wearing?" Clara whispers the last sentence in Ava's ear. Ava recoils and interjects.

"No! I'm wearing it underneath my other clothes. Like those shorts you gave me."

"Oh I love those shorts. I can't wait to see you in them!"

"I knew that too well. Anyway, I need help slipping this on. I don't want to rip it trying to get this on."

"You know... what helps is to have the least amount of friction possible to slip it on. You might want to.... ditch the cutesy garments babe." Clara pulls back the waistband of Ava's cheeky panties and lets them snap back in place as it spanks her.

"EEP! Clara! I'm not getting naked in this suit! I'm not getting kinky at this show!"

"Avaaaaa, don't be so prude. You just told me you're wearing a whole outfit on top of it. Nobody's gonna know you're not wearing your cute little undies. Its not like they're offering you a ton of support..." She starts trailing off as she feels Ava's little boobs still covered in her dainty bra.

"aAUghh! I-i-I don't know! I'd just feel really exposed."

"You'll be fine. I'll make sure nothing happens to you." Clara puts her finger in front of Ava's lips, shushing her.

"Um... ok.... just don't be weird about it-"

She feels Clara snap off her bra from behind. It falls to her feet.