No.

She took a cautious step forward, her eyes fixed on the floor as if searching for any other potential hazards. The apron, though worn, provided a fragile sense of security, but Claire couldn't shake the feeling that something else might go wrong. As she moved toward the desk, her foot caught on a loose thread in the rug, causing her to stumble slightly. In her haste to regain balance, she didn't notice the small nail protruding from the edge of a nearby shelf. Her apron and jumper caught on it, and with a soft tear, the fabric pulled away, leaving her exposed in just her bra and white panties.

As Claire moved toward the desk, the soft fabric of her panties suddenly made a faint *ping* sound. She froze, her heart sinking as she realized the elastic waistband had failed. The material began to sink down, inch by inch, revealing more of her skin with each passing second. Her hands, still trembling from the earlier incident, instinctively flew to her hips, but she was too late. The panties slid down to her thighs, and then further, until they were bunched around her knees. The cold air of the back room hit her exposed skin, sending a shiver down her spine. She stopped and paused as she realised half her backside was now hanging out of the panties and the pubes of her pussy were on full display. She couldnt go back to her desk with panties that would slip down given half a chance.