(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
Oh no. No, no no no no no NO!
More silent pleas that fell on deafened ears. While her companion remained blissfully unaware of Minako's compulsive actions, she felt her fingers tracing her waistline and gripping the hem of her last remaining undergarment.
Minako wanted to scream, flail, do anything to prevent things from going any further. It didn't make a bit of difference. Within seconds she could only watch as her own hands tugged at her own panties as her hips rocked from side to side to make it all the easier. Worse, she felt the telltale draft grazing her slowly bared waistline as the cotton underwear was bunched up into a removed pool of cloth and plucked off of her feet, right over the confines of her shoes and socks, then kicked away into the growing pile.
W-why now... An unheard murmur of delirious panic. She was stark naked in a theater, her hands uselessly resting on her own bare thighs, shivering ever so slightly.
If someone saw her... with naught on but her useless footwear... Minako didn't dare consider it.
It wasn't so bad though. Her clothes were at her feet. All Minako had to do was regain her composure and pick up her clothes.
Unfortunately, it only got worse. Rather than snap out of it, shortly afterward...
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