Somebody runs into her

“Aieeee!!” Somebody screamed, from somewhere further in the building.

“Cavvy!” Mira called out. She ran down the hallway, looking in every room she passed for her seemingly troubled teammate. Mira walked out of the hallway, and into a big room. She was about to call out Caveira’s name again, but turned her head at the sound of screaming.

“Mira!” Caveira shouted as she ran into her friend.

“Oof!” Mira said as her friend tackled her to the ground. “Ay, where the hell have you be-“ Mira paused mid sentence, then said, “Um, chica? What happened to your shirt?”

Caveira draped her arm over her breasts. Although she still had a black lace, skull and crossbones patterned bra on, she was still quite embarrassed. “Some white-haired cadela took everything except my hat and… you know.”

Mira stifled a laugh as she continued to stare up at Caveira’s breasts. “Wow, I didn’t realize you were so cliché.”

Caveira scowled. “You really don’t wanna piss me off, right now.”

Mira burst out laughing. “Oh yeah? What’re you gonna do, punk?”

Caveira narrowed her eyes, and placed her hands on the center of Mira’s shirt, right under her chest.

Mira looked down at her chest, then back up at her fiery teammate. “Eek!” She squealed as Caveira ripped the shirt in half. “You didn’t have to do that!” She shouted. Mira blushed, as she was unable to cover her bare, jiggling breasts.

Caveira cackled as her teammate squirmed. “You’re right, I didn’t.” She mused, cocking her head as she watching Mira’s impressive breasts jiggle about.

Mira squealed. “Stop staring at them, and get your fat ass off of me!”

“If you say so.” Caveira said. She smirked as she plucked the remains of Mira’s shirt from her body, and stood up.

Mira pushed herself up off the groud, covering her breasts as soon as she was back on her feet. She watched as Caveira tied her shirt around her waist. “Pfft. Nice tanga.” She chided.

Caveira scowled as she finished tying the shirt around her waist. “Don’t make me take your pants, too.” She snarled, trying her best to cover up her skimpy, black thong; the front of which was adorned with silver glitter, and had the words “Bad girl” printed on the crotch.

Mira gulped, and her legs turned slightly inward. “Please don’t do that.” She whined.

Caveira chuckled. “I won’t. Unless I have to.”

Mira looked down at her feet. “So. What do we do now?”

Caveira walked over to her topless friend, and placed a hand on her shoulder. “We find the Cadela that did this to me.”

Mira nodded in agreement, glancing at the remains of her shirt that covered most of Caveira’s nether regions, before making eye contact with her. “Let’s go smoke that puta.”