Let's release those assets

You move in for the prizes. You reach behind the knight's back, and unclasp her bra. Before you release the straps, you first pull them a litte bit tighter. Then, like playing around with an elastic wrapper, you let the straps slip through your fingers. The embarrassed muffled noises become louder, a little shriek of protest.

The instant you release the straps, you move into superspeed in order to allow you to perceive time slowed down. With plenty of time to savour it, you can see the bra pulled tight suddenly slacken and slowly drop away, and watch her breasts bounce up in slow motion and come to a jiggling rest. They're not enormous but on the large side of average, and they are firmly shaped, befitting her muscular well-toned frame.

Through the bagged shirt you can see she clearly felt her breasts have just been released. Standing in the middle of the square, with her pants down to her ankles, having picked the worst day for lingerie, and her boobs completely exposed in public without any way to cover them, she did the only thing she could do: she struggled harder against the belt holding the bag, and pushed her knees together, one overlapping the other, in a vain attempt to feel covered up.