The contents of the room aren’t what’s important

Amber stood quietly in the hall, and prayed whoever was walking around didn’t need to go inside whatever room she’d just pushed Nora into. It then dawned on her that she may have just pushed Nora into a classroom full of students. She quickly turned to check, and was relieved to see it happened to be the ladies bathroom. She was however curious about the piece of gray cloth that stuck out the side of the door.

On the other side, Nora has gone from worried to terrified. Her sweater had gotten caught in the door when Amber pushed her, and had sustained serious damage. What had once reached her waist was now too short to even be called a crop top. The sweater barely reached below her nipples, and Nora’s underboob completely hung out the bottom. It felt like if she even walked too fast they would peak out. She was mortified at the concept of being seen like this, before noticing a familiar moister begin to accumulate between her legs.

“This is not the time for me to be getting turned on.” Nora said to herself.

“Turned on?” Amber, who had just walked into the room, questioned. Nora went pale white when she realized her friend heard her.

“I... uh.. I...”