Daisy tries to apologize… while she’s topless.

The nearly topless tomboy sat on the gym’s matted floor with both hands cupped over her failing bra. A quick peek downward revealed the deep, untanned cleavage of her breasts; another glance around the climbing gym revealed a few small mobs of people who already had their cellphones out for social media purposes. Daisy swallowed hard in embarrassment, knowing that if she didn’t ask for Cloud’s help soon, she’d be utterly humiliated in public!

A blush was creeping steadily across her cheeks when her blond date landed on the mat nearby. She wanted to say something, but wasn’t sure how to explain her situation to Cloud as he wiped the tears off his face. Her situation grew exponentially worse when her damaged mini-bra snapped cleanly in half, and the now topless tomboy watched in horror as Cloud walked right past her with hardly more than a glance down at her exposed, jiggly princess-puffs.

Ruthless teasing seemed to have pissed him off, and Daisy figured she’d just have to sleep in the bed she made for herself when the anime boy stalked by the front desk. She closed her eyes tight in guilt, embarrassment, and a couple other emotions that were harder to name as her bra fell to her shorts. Could she run back to the Mansion without a bra? Was there any way for tonight to get worse?

Just when Daisy decided it would be best for her to just get up and escape the climbing gym wearing nothing above her shorts, she heard her date’s voice.

“Here.” Cloud said, his face placid like he wasn’t crying just a few seconds ago, but his eyes still wet as he handed Daisy the jacket she’d left at the desk. He looked like some kind of sexy angel with the fluorescent backlighting around the spikes of his hair.

She gratefully accepted her jacket back, clutching it against her naked chest to hide her nipples. Slipping her arms inside as Cloud turned away, she zipped the front over her breasts, and tried to tell him, “Thanks… And, well, I wasn’t gonna tell Rosalina. Sorry I—”

“No, I’m sorry. For acting like a brat earlier.” Her date said, standing before her like a scolded kid, “You were just kidding around, and I almost made a scene…”

Daisy was frankly shocked to think that Cloud felt more guilty than upset after all was said and done. “No, dude, you’re okay.” She said, inspecting her orange running shoes as the air around them grew palpably awkward.

It was worse when the brunette realized her nipples were visibly poking through the front of the jacket, but after a little too much uncomfortable silence, Cloud asked her, “So, you wanna keep climbing?” There was the tiniest smile across his face, even if he seemed a little weary.

“Huh?” She asked, before the news reached her brain that their date somehow wasn’t over yet. “I mean, Hells yeah! This place is the best! Lemme show you a weird trick on my favorite wall, and…”