Princess Daisy might tease him to death.

Daisy’s agape mouth drifted slowly into a Machiavellian smile as she sized up the blushing man right beside her on the wall. They were climbing back down the tall obstacles, as she figured the perfect way to twist the knife on this impassive pretty-boy, “Okay, so I know you just asked me not to tell anyone about your sex opinions, but… how are going to keep me quiet, anime boy?”

“Huh?” Cloud questioned, his attention suddenly snapped back to the athletic girl at his side.

“Just, y'know, I think I could have a lot of fun telling the girls about this little chat~ They might be interested in your favorite position.”

“Wha— no, you can’t. Y-you can’t tell anyone.” He said, his face neutral, but with a bright blush across his cheeks belying the embarrassment he must've been feeling.

“You say I ‘can’t’ tell anybody, but how are you supposed to stop me, Mr.69? I feel like Rosalina might be interested in this kinda sexy gossip~”

This time, his voice quaking wildly, the man asked, “Why are you being so mean Daisy? Did you ask me out just so you could bully me?”

The brunette looked over, and saw tears welling up in Cloud's eyes, threatening to run down his cheeks any second. He looked so hurt, even if his face had still barely changed its expression. Crap, did she just tease her date until he cried!? But he only looked slightly embarrassed earlier— was there something Daisy missed? Either way, she knew it was time for damage control, nobody ever wanted a second date with someone who made them cry.

She was feeling pretty guilty about things when she started to deescalate the mood she ruined. "Wait, Cloud, I'm not gonna tell anybody about our bet, I was just jokin— WAaAaH!"

Unfortunately for the tomboyish princess, midway through that apology, her fingers slipped out of the tenuous hold she had on the rock wall. Worse still, Daisy's camisole caught on one of the jutting handholds as she fell, resulting in a loud *SHHRRIIPP* as the skimpy garment tore swiftly away from the rest of her outfit.

She hit the padded floor like a raw chicken slaps a countertop, but it's not like it hurt; even with her subtle muscles, Daisy was a lot tougher than she looked. The real problem was that the only thing she had left up top was a scanty bra that wasn't about to cover her badonkakongers threatening to jiggle free. Each untanned titty was in plain sight from the cleavage her bra offered, and the bra itself was too scanty to provide any actual support.

Just shifting from where she sat made some of the paler breast flesh squish out from underneath, and it felt like it was also about to fall off her torso due a small tear in the front where her shirt had caught. A single step closer to her where she’d left her jacket would mean going topless in public, and calling out for help would only make the other patrons notice her embarrassing predicament. The only realistic option she had was asking the guy she’d just teased until he cried for help.

As if Cloud was about to help her out with this. Daisy was wondering if he would even talk to her again after tonight.

Aw, Turbo shit, what was she supposed to do about this stupid wardrobe malfunction?