Her bra.

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

The shirt was certainly tight enough to provide support on its own, Elizabeth reasoned. Her bra was honestly redundant at this point. There was still plenty of time before anybody showed up, so Elizabeth didn't hesitate in whipping the shirt right off her torso, leaving nothing covering her upper half besides her bra. This changed in an instant as Elizabeth deftly reached behind her back and undid the clasp, her bra immediately going slack.

Sliding the garment off her arms, Elizabeth quickly deposited the garment in her bag to join her dress. For a moment, Elizabeth simply sat there as she was, her perky breasts exposed to the open air, her light pink nipples stiffening almost imperceptibly in the cool air of the classroom. -This- was certainly a new experience. Her upper body exposed, freely visible to anybody that might walk in the room. The thrill of such a risk was exhilarating to Elizabeth, the smile on her face making that plainly apparent.

Still, the idea of actually being seen was not quite so pleasant. So, after savoring the feel for a few more moments, Elizabeth picked up her discarded shirt once more, slipping it back over her slender frame. She certainly felt less restricted now, though the shirt was still tight. No matter, she would surely get used to it.

After a few more minutes of sitting quietly at the desk, Elizabeth heard sounds of conversation from the classroom windows. Peering over, the Velvet Room attendant was delighted to see students arriving for school. Some came in chattering crowds, others came in small groups, others still showed up alone. The complete lack of uniformity in human group movements were interesting to Elizabeth, almost like Shadows in the seemingly chaotic way they arrived.

Elizabeth was still pondering this as students began to enter the classroom. It was immediately apparent that Elizabeth's presence was causing a stir; everybody who entered the room looked at the new girl curiously, intrigued by both her odd choice of clothing and her striking physical beauty, to make no mention of the fact that they had never seen her before.

Elizabeth, however, was far more interested in one particular student. As Arisato entered, she immediately recognized the enigmatic girl in her classroom, her eyes betraying a mix of surprise and curiosity. Surely Arisato was just full of questions, like what Elizabeth was doing here. Elizabeth had anticipated this reaction, and had chosen her seat specifically based on the likelihood of this happening. As it was, Elizabeth's chosen seat was-