Dirigent isn't finished

All that was left were her panties.

Veronica's fingers shook as she fumbled with the elastic band, exposing her vulnerability to the curious gaze of the entire orchestra. With a whimper, she finally managed to pull them down, leaving her completely naked in front of everyone. The cold air caressed her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. She felt exposed, ****, and acutely aware of the leering eyes on her. This wasn't like the time on the lake with friends.

Veronica wanted to sit down but the Dirigent motioned for her to approach him. Swallowing hard, she took a tentative step forward, her bare feet making contact with the cold, hard floor. With each step, she could feel the eyes of the entire orchestra on her, their gazes burning into her skin like the sun at high noon. The feeling of being naked amongst her peers was humiliating, but the prospect of disobeying the Dirigent was unthinkable.

Upon reaching him, the Dirigent held out his hand, his expression stoic and unyielding.

"Your clothes, give them to me. I will keep an eye for them for the rest of the practice."

Veronica's heart sank. She had hoped that her walk of shame would be the end of her humiliation, but it seemed that the Dirigent had other plans. She quickly run back to her spot, her boobs jiggling to the excitement of her peers.

Veronica collected her clothes and swiftly returned. She placed her clothes in his outstretched hand. As she did so, the Dirigent's gaze shifted to the orchestra, his eyes scanning the room. Veronica, sensing the tension in the air, could only imagine what was going through the minds of those who witnessed her nakedness.

"From now on, Veronica will remain naked during rehearsals. This will help everyone become accustomed to her appearance." The Dirigent's voice was firm and unwavering, leaving no room for resistance.

"And to ease her mind, I will take care of her clothes. So at the start of every rehearsal, she will stand next to my stand with her clothes in her arms. And next time, try to fold them nicely so you're not going home all wrinkled. "

"I expect the best from you guys. No phones, no photos of her. She's one of you and if I see anyone treating her wrongly, he's out of my orchestra. Forever. Veronica, take your seat so we can begin."