How does Tiffany react?

She tries to play it cool

She discussed the painting and it’s historical significance. Before she moved on to the next slide, she asked the class if they had any questions.

One of the students in the back put his hand up. “Why are her breasts out?”

“Well, that’s part of the spirit of the time. Sometimes, when there are violent crowds of people, they’ll choose to remove someone’s clothing.”

As she explained, she saw her students roll their eyes. She knew what they wanted her to say.

Another student interrupted her. “Okay, but couldn’t it just be because the painter liked tits?”

Tiffany sighed. “Well, yes. That is certainly part of it.”

"Is it hard to rip clothing like that?"

Tiffany rolled her eyes. "I'm not a seamstress, but I know it's not easy to rip stitches on a finished garment with your bare hands. It would take a lot of **** to pull off."

She saw a few of her students tug on their own clothes, seemingly surprised by how sturdy they were. She chuckled and did the same thing to her blouse. "See? It's not easy."

One of the more athletic students raised his hand. "I think I could do it to your shirt. It looks thinner than a regular t-shirt, and I'm strong, so..."

Tiffany raised an eyebrow. Her first thought was, "YES!! I'd love to have my top ripped!" But then she thought to herself, "I doubt this will work. He's strong, but probably not that strong."

Thinking it over, she'd win either way. She shrugged. "While I don't like my clothes being damaged, I think this would be a good demonstration for the class. Come on up, Dave. I'll give you one shot at it. If you succeed, I'll treat the class to something."

The tall student came up to her, studying her blouse then nodded to himself. He walked behind her and she almost shuddered as he gripped either side of her top's neckline and pulled.

To Tiffany's surprise, the fabric ripped! He pulled it until her shoulders were exposed.

"Wow, you're stronger than I thought!" Tiffany praised, as the class cheered.