What's next?

In the spotlight

Sabrina froze, looking out over the audience, reduced to dim shadows by the harsh light which shone on her, outlining every inch of her exposed body. Her breasts stood out, firm and well-proportioned, pink nipples hard. Her toned stomach, and then the neat triangle of pubic hair she was too shocked to think of covering as she realised how many pairs of eyes were on her.

One thought suddenly occured to her, one spell she had read about and kept in mind because she thought it might be funny one day. She snapped her fingers, and everyone's togas fell off.

The guys were mostly wearing their gym kits or even trousers under their costumes, but the girls had more revealing togas so they had universally worn just their underwear beneath them, and over half seemed to have gone braless in order to maintain historical accuracy.

The students around her scrambled to grab their fallen costumes and Sabrina waved her hands, prompting a stiff wind to stir up and blow the white material around on the stage, prompting chaos as nearly-naked students hurried after their outfits.

It cost Sabrina her towel, but she managed to slip off the stage using this as cover, and hurried out through another door.