Her stocking had been torn off.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

"Oh, geez." That frustrated remark accompanied Marie's quick reaction, that of getting back down before she made (more of) a scene. Her stocking had been neatly torn along the side, and her sudden movement had enabled it to tear the rest of the way, and then get pulled clean off. A wonder it hadn't been kept in check by her booted footwear, but it hadn't been much of an obstacle to the neatly severed length of cloth fluttering away.

The plaid mini skirt and stockings was an unusual look, but fashionable.

A plaid mini skirt with one stocking and the other exposing her leg from calf to well above mid-thigh, not so much.

She wanted to continue work on her poetry, but she already felt less at ease. This was going to draw too much attention.

How best to fix it? Marie decided her best recourse was to-