The haunting continues

Zari nervously returned her hands to her sides, cheeks still warm. Her team had just seen what her panties looked like!

Still, it was a one time thing. With all the weirdness that followed them around, she hoped they'd forget sooner or later.

She glanced down nervously and, muttering something under her breath, once more started doing up her top. Thankfully she'd caught it before more than one button could fail.

Right, and they'd seen her bra. Zari took a moment to regain her composure.

Thankfully Sara was at least trying to return everyone's attention to whatever magical thing was or wasn't present.

"Has anyone actually seen the dog do, well, anything?" Ray said. "Could just be a dog."

"Definite possibility," Sara said. "Even if it's coming from the guy that said there was something magic going on out there. Vanishing suddenly, one report of it glowing, but that could just be a dog that can run around in the moonlight. Nothing solid, especially after last night."

"Or it might be unconnected," Zari said. Her cheeks still warmed slightly when everyone looked at her. "What? Magic existed since before we opened the cage. We might've just stumbled onto a normal glowing vanishing dog."

The buttons on her top again began to slide open, but this time the entity had learned. She kept getting in the way when she noticed, so it held the sides of her top together even as it was unfastened. It would take a close examination to realise it was undone.

And then it turned its attention lower.

"Sure, possible," Sara said. She looked up to address the ship's AI; "Gideon, any mention of something like this at any other point in history?"

"Black dogs are common in folklore throughout certain areas of the world, Captain Lance," Gideon said. "An exhaustive list of sightings comprises some eight hundred thousand, four-"

"Alright, alright," Sara said. "I'm happy to take that as a yes if it means no more trudging around a forest. Any objections?"

A chorus of nopes answered her; Sara exhaled, relieved.

And then was rather less relieved when Constantine finally joined the meeting, half-running onto the bridge. Zari turned to face him-

And in that moment her shirt suddenly opened, catching the air as she turned to flare out and expose rather too much of her chest. In the same instant her jeans fell, and this time there was rather more **** with their descent; instead of gravity alone, they were yanked as far down as her ankles, flashing almost all of her legs.

Zari yelped; she took a moment too long to respond, flustered. For a moment she tried to hold her top shut with one hand; when it was open it displayed far too much of her panties, on top of everything else.

But, no, her jeans had to be her priority. Cheeks warming, she bent over to reach down and tug them up. She'd just about gotten her jeans up to her knees again when a ghostly hand lowered her panties for her.

Another yelp escaped her lips as her team got their first view of her bare ass; she stumbled, half-hopping as she struggled with her jeans to turn and get it out of view of them. At least her pussy she was better hiding with the position of her arms.

Then she remembered Constantine was on the bridge. All she'd done was trade three people staring for one; biting her lip to keep from making any more embarrassing sounds, Zari tugged her jeans up as high as they would go, trusting they'd dragged her panties with them.

Fuck.

She caught her breath as she did up her top again, still holding it up.

"Can I vote for this to be my welcome every time I come up here?" Constantine said. "I'll give you half price on what I'm charging you if it is."

Any other time and Zari would have managed some snarky retort. Right then, though, she just wanted to catch her breath and regain whatever dignity she could after showing her teammates that much.

"One, no," Sara said. "Two, we're not paying you. Three, I take it you weren't just running onto the bridge because you were so eager to actually turn up to a meeting, so why are you here?"