Your friend appears.*

As you turn the corner, your friend Alison looks at you with widened eyes. She has long blond hair, and wears a pair of small denim shorts and a pink tank top. She's been your friend for years, but she's definitely not seen you in this state. Worst of all, that's your bra in her hand.

"Wow," she says, eyeing you up and down. "I had no idea you were this kind of girl, Jane..."

You frantically explain that it was all a series of accidents as you cover yourself up.

"Accidents... Right." She smirks and giggles, playing with the brassiere in her fingers.

You look around nervously. All this lingering is just going to increase your chance of getting caught. You start to beg for your bra back, or at least her help with the situation.

"Oh. I can help." She grins deviously as she stares towards your exposed body.