She doesn't get caught, but her shirt is... caught in the elevator door.

Luna got on the elevator, her heart was beating fast, she pressed the button to the ground floor, she was on the third, so it wasn’t exactly a long ride down, but it certainly wasn’t unusual for someone to be using the elevator at this point in time.

As soon as the doors closed and the elevator began moving, Luna felt a massive wave of anic wash over her, her brain only now telling her at full blast what a dumb idea this was; if she gets caught here, she was fired, no ifs about it, and the only butt involved was Luna’s.

It also didn’t help that the idea made her leak like a faucet.

To Luna’s relief (or disappointment, depending on when you asked her), the door didn’t open until she reached the ground floor, and peeking out, she was still alone, she had made it down safely.

But Luna wasn’t allowed to get away scott free, the moment she took her first step, Luna realized something insane.

Her shirt had gotten caught in the elevator door, and even worse, it had gotten caught on the elevator itself, which was now ascending the floors once again, taking the shirt with it, panicked, Luna quickly disrobed and let the white fabric disappear between the doors of the elevator, Luna was standing there wearing nothing but a bra.

How did this happen? She was supposed to have made a new start, her career was starting off on a good note, her boss and coworkers liked her, and it all came crashing down in the matter of a few hours.

But this wasn’t the time to cry over ripped shirts, she had to at least try and maintain some dignity for this last hour of work, thankfully there wasn’t that many people left in the building, and she could probably sneak out early.

But how? She was practically naked, she needed some clothes.

… Rachel.

Luna had **** but to call her friend who had two pieces of her outfit, but could she do that? What would Rachel do if she saw her like this…