The bra is taken as well

"How much longer?!" Ann cried out as she continued to speed walk through the hallways. Futaba was keeping a steady pace behind. She couldn't help but watch Ann'a panty-clad hips sway as she walked. No wonder she was a model.

They rounded a corner, Ann's momentum not stopping for a second. She took a step and jumped as something whizzed down in front of her. It looked like a blade! Ann was frozen in fear, surprised that a place like this would a suit of armor on the wall that swung down a blade, before she took another look at it. When she really looked, even in the near darkness, she could tell it was fake. She growled. She didn't want to deal with this anymore! She just wanted to leave!

She pushed past as the blade went back up. She was too distracted and focused on getting out that she didn't notice when it managed to slip up inside her bra, causing it to snap open when she stormed away. The loose bra fell to the floor and was left behind by the rushing Ann. Meanwhile, Futaba watched in absolute shock. Was this...a curse? That was too perfect.

Futaba walked forward and stared down at the red bra. How did she not notice? Futaba smirked as she picked up the bra and slid it into her pocket. This was gonna be interesting.

Ann continued to rush. She was going fast enough that she could feel a slight breeze, which became stronger as she decided to just sprint. She barely made it very far before she noticed that her breasts seemed to be bouncing a lot. She looked down and her breathed hitched as she saw that she was completely topless. She skid to a halt and shrieked as she covered her chest. She stood there in confusion before she finally realized: the suit of armor. Had it stolen her bra?!

Immediately, she turned on her heel and rushed back towards the suit of armor. She rounded a corner and crashed straight into Futaba, tackling her to the floor, and burying her face in her chest. Ann felt her face go red as she felt Futaba's breath on her breast, and leapt off of her. Futaba sat up and readjusted her glasses, her own face red as well.

"Futaba! I-I'm sorry!" Ann said. "M-my bra! It's gone!"

"Huh?" Futaba tried to act surprised. "You were going so fast, I hadn't even noticed."

"So you didn't see where it went?" Ann asked dejectedly.

"Nope." Futaba lied.

"I need to check that suit of armor." Ann said as she pushed past Futaba, desperately covering her chest. Futaba followed her with a large grin on her face.

Once they got back to it, Ann frantically searched the area for her bra, to no avail. "No no no!! There's no way!" Ann shouted. She turned to look further down the way they came, but it was closed off, likely so they couldn't go back. "You've got to be kidding me!! I can't go out like this!!"

"You don't really have a choice. I don't think you can just stay here." Futaba pointed out. Ann shook and groaned.

"But...but..." Ann said. She almost seemed like a kid throwing a tantrum. "Fine! But as soon as we get out, you need to help do something about this!!" Futaba nodded. "Can you...be in front?"

"What, so stuff can happen to me?" Futaba asked.

"No! I just...want to hide behind you when we get out..." Ann said, and Futaba laughed.

"I'm kidding. That's fine." Futaba said, and turned around. "Come on." She started walking with Ann in tow. Futaba couldn't stop thinking about how the only thing protected Ann was basically near nudity was a single, thin piece of fabric over her crotch.

How was she gonna lose it?