.. He pulls your bra off.

(Originally published by Caramel Cream at writing.com. Republished with the original author's permission.)

Since your bra is so tattered, it rips off of your body with ease, leaving you standing in the back of the store wearing nothing but your also tattered panties.

Your hands instinctively rise to cover your chest as you let out a sharp shriek, the store clerk asks in an almost bored tone if everything's alright, and Seph assures him that you're all fine back here.

"What're you doing?" you whisper with a strong tone at Seph, who's barely controlling himself in this situation.

"Well, that bra couldn't have been very comfortable, it was falling apart." Seph replies glibly as he turns and looks around him for something, then finally picks up a big bag of chips, and turns back to you "Now here's what I want you to do..."