(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Elizabeth was not immune to the intentions of the opposite gender... or even the same gender, in some instances. She saw those leering gazes, and could only imagine what danced through their heads. A flattering thought, but she wasn't there to make a scene.
Elizabeth instead went to sit next to a girl who seemed just as perplexed by Elizabeth's appearance. Her gaze didn't seem allured, though, merely surprised. It then dawned on the lightly-clothed female why. Every girl but her was wearing a skirt, and a blouse... not a sleeveless top and shorts.
Maybe she had erred in her fashion choice... but, what was done was done, she saw little reason to stress it. Besides, she was comfortable.
Elizabeth looked to the girl, and opted to break the ice.
"I am Elizabeth, and you must be..."
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