*Muffled moaning noises*

A truly lewd noise spilled out her mouth. She staggered, holding the wall to keep herself upright. She ignored a tearing of fabric as she tried calculating what happened to her.

Oh, no. People were staring. She blushed harder somehow, and bolted for the maintenance hatch that would go into the back hallway, which could only be accessed by herself and Ballora. Slamming the door shut behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief... a sigh that quickly turned to eroticistic spectacle as cold wind blew against her rapidly hardening nipples.

Wait, when did... She replayed the last few moments again and stifled an erotic gasp. Oh god, she lost her shirt in front of most of the deliverymen. Why, God! Why do this to her! It hung off her like Freddie's' crop jacket... thing.

As her fingers reconfigured into sewing needles, she silently thanked Afton for the first time in her life. This addition for fixing tears in clothes was a god-damn lifesaver. Sure, she had to use material from her skirt so that was even shorter now, but it should protect her modesty for a little while longer, until she gets back to her room.

However.

What she didn't realize was that she had messed up slightly when she removed a small amount of material from the rim of her skirt. Even as she had her now-explosive reactions to stiff breezes, Baby was still able to not stab herself with her sharp sewing claws... but the claws did accidentally stab a small part of her dress. It left an easily-pulled seam in the back that was caught on the next door she went through. Which slowly made her skirt tighter and tighter as it grows smaller and smaller.

Whoops.