No, the elevator is not empty

Much to Diane's chagrin when the elevator stops she sees that it's not empty. Standing inside is the woman that Emma mentioned she had a $5 bet with over whether or not her boobs are real, Kate.

"Holy shit, I can't believe she fucking did it!" Kate exclaims wide-eyed as she looks over Diane from head to toe, unintentionally revealing that Diane's dress code violation had been previously planned. The raven-haired girl stands there awkwardly as she watches Kate's eyes travel from the black nail polish on her toes, up the length of her smooth pale legs, then lingering on her partially covered breasts, before finally locking eyes with her.

"Hi, Kate," Diane groans and looks away as her cheeks turn crimson over this latest co-worker seeing her naked. Not just seeing her naked but apparently delighted at the sight of it as well.

"That bitch owes me five dollars!" Kate says with a smile and then she steps out of the elevator, blocking Diane from getting on, which then allows the elevator to move on to its next destination.

Knowing that the two of them plus Emma and Helen are the only ones on this floor Kate loudly calls out, "Hey! You owe me five dollars!" which she follows up with a laugh.

"Please, just let me get on the elevator," Diane pleads, not wanting to be confronted by Emma again so soon. She tries to move past Kate while covering up to press the button, but Kate moves to block her from it. She makes a couple of attempts to get past her, but doing that and retaining what little modesty she can is impossible, so she gives up and stands off to the side to at least hide her backside from Emma when she makes her way towards them.

"Got it right here!" Emma shouts playfully from halfway down the hall while waving the $5 bill in the air as she gets closer to Diane and Kate.

Once again standing around two fully-clothed people, Diane feels even more embarrassed. The stark contrast between their clothing situations makes her feel even more naked and ashamed, so the goth does whatever she can to try to hide as much of her body as possible. Pulling her shoulders inward as she keeps an arm pressed across her breasts and a hand over her crotch while also keeping her legs as close together as she possibly can. Little does she realize that moving her upper body in such a way also enhances her already generous cleavage, and her arm is now acting like a push-up bra.

"And why aren't you down at reception?" Emma asks angrily, her tone a complete change from the playful one she had just a few moments before while walking down the hall.

"Relax, I stopped her from getting on the elevator," Kate says, and for the first time Diane feels a little bit of relief, especially after the way Emma just asked her why she wasn't down at the reception desk.

"I know we have our five dollar bet over whether or not Little Miss Goth's boobs are real or not, and it looks like I won that bet, but there's really only one way to know for sure," Kate says with a grin from ear to ear then she looks directly at Diane. "So let's see them. Drop your arms and show us those titties!"

That little bit of relief that Diane felt vanishes in an instant and she stands there slack-jawed and dumbfounded, not believing that she's expected to uncover her breasts and show them off. Having to strip was bad enough but to completely expose her breasts like that so that the two of them can determine who really won their bet is downright humiliating. Not knowing Kate very well, and considering she's the one who just gave the order, Diane turns to Emma, pleading with her eyes as she's unable to currently find the words.

Not surprisingly, Emma offers no comfort. "You heard her. Get that arm out of the way so we can settle our bet, or are we going to have to grab your arms so that you can't cover at all?"