Her hand succeeds unnoticed

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

With a level of dexterity and skill Ann didn't know she had, her nimble fingers manipulated the clasp of Makoto's bra through the back of her dress and let the undergarment come free. While Ann kept her attention fixed on the screen in front of her, Makoto was briefly snapped out of her trance of fear by the feeling of her breasts hanging free under her dress and the touch of her dress's fabric where she didn't typically feel it.

Risking a moment to glance down at herself in the darkness of the theater, Makoto didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but her change of focus let her realize with a growing dread that somehow her bra had fallen off. Feeling her heart race, she frantically pulled on Ann's arm to get the girl's attention.

"Ann! Ann!" Makoto whispered urgently.

"Wh-what is it, Makoto?" Ann whispered back, still watching the movie.

"My... uh... my... I think something..." Makoto began, her voice quieting even further as she continued. "Something unhooked my bra..."

"What?!" Ann said, forgetting herself for a moment and speaking a bit louder than intended, eliciting a few irritated sounds from around the pair. "What do you mean? Are you sure?" she whispered.

"Pretty sure. I... I'm getting freaked out." Makoto said, her fear and nervousness blatant in her worried tone.

"It's fine, Makoto. You're fine. I'm sure there's nothing wrong, the clasp probably broke or something." Ann said in an attempt to calm her senior down. Makoto's trembling made it clear that words weren't helping.