Her specially made outfit began to fall apart

(Chapter originally by williwall on writing.com)

Rise twirled around to face the silver-haired boy behind her. "How do you like my dress, Yu-senpai?" she asked.

The outfit, brought in by her old manager, consisted of a short, open top which showed off her cleavage above and her navel below. A ruffled, plaid skirt showed off her long legs in a pair of her trademark black thigh high socks. Her reddish pink hair had a small ribbon which matched her skirt. She gave him a twirl and winked.

"Isn't that a bit risque for a school concert?" Yu questioned. "Besides, with a skirt that short, your underwear is going to be on display."

"Of course not, silly. I'm wearing stage underwear on top. See?" She reached down under her skirt and pulled down a pair of form-fitting shorts. She handed them to him.

"Hm," said Yu, unfazed. "Good idea. You had better get ready. Your concert is on in ten minutes," he remarked blandly.

Rise pouted, tossing the shorts on a chair. Yu was unshakable at the best of times. He was probably right; she needed time to prepare for her act. But it would be fun to try to get the best of him. What should Rise do?