To remove her top and shorts.

“Sabrina, I’m going to need you to remove your top and shorts. The ink could potentially leak through them and make contact with your skin!“

“R-remove my top and shorts? In front of everyone?” Sabrina stutters. “Are you crazy?”

“I’m sorry Sabrina, but this is a necessity! If the ink makes any more contact with your skin, we could have a dangerous situation.”

“How, Mrs. Wilson? It’s just ink-“

“Sabrina, please stop arguing with me!” a frustrated Mrs. Wilson says. “I know it’s be embarrassing to be sitting in class in just your underwear but it’s better than suffering from ink poisoning! Be happy I’m allowing you keep your underwear on!”

“B-But, I’m not-“

“Enough, Sabrina!” Mrs. Wilson decides to take matters into her own hands. She lifts Sabrina’s arms above her head, then pulls off her tank-top in a swift motion. Sabrina is now topless in class!

“Oh,” says Mrs. Wilson, noticing Sabrina’s bare chest, “that’s why you were so **** to undress.”

Sabrina only nods, as she is too embarrassed to speak words. She’s topless in class! She covers her round boobs with her two hands.

“Well, Sabrina, we can’t stop there. You have to remove your shorts as well.”

“But then I’ll be naked! I’m not wearing panties! Do I have to?”

“Yes, Sabrina. Sorry.”

At this point, the entire class is focused on Sabrina, dressed in only a hand bra and shorts. Many students are recording and taking pictures, and overall just enjoying the presence of a hot, half-naked girl.

“O-okay, Mrs. Wilson,” sighs Sabrina. With no other choice left, Sabrina slides her shorts down to the floor, exposing her bare shaven pussy and round ass to her classmates. Quickly, she clamps a hand over her vagina.

“Thank you, Sabrina. I know this is probably very humiliating for you, being nude in front of all your classmates and all, but it’s out of your own safety. I don’t want you to get sick!”

“Y-yes, Mrs. Wilson, I understand.”

“Good, my dear. Here’s a paper towel, go ahead and wipe that ink off your leg.”

Sabrina lifts her hand from her boobs and takes the paper towel. She crouches down and wipes the ink from her leg, then discards it.

“Alright, Miss Davis,” says Mrs. Wilson, “I’m going to take your clothes to the back and wash them, alright?”

Sabrina nods her head. “Uhh, Mrs. Wilson?”

“What is it?”

“Do you have anything I could wear? Like maybe an apron or something?”

“Well, let me check...”