Ignore it

"Just a minute!" Emma shouts, turning the bra over in her hands, not quiet sure how it had broken.

She glanced up at herself in the mirror. It had already been a rather sweaty morning and despite the vest top being a little loose the sweat had it sticking to her body, her nipples quite clearly obvious through the material. "Fuck," she muttered, looking back at the bra. There was no way she could wear it without a bra. Maybe there was something she could do to fix the bra.

Pulling the vest top up over her head, Emma realised for a moment that she was now completely topless stood here, and attempted to work on at least tying her bra around her body, hoping that at the very least she could keep the cups in place.