Follow her to the study room

Students are seated at rows of desks in the wide open-plan study room, chatting and laughing and even doing work. Selma creeps round the edges, holding her sweater down over her ample hips, doing her best to look like just another face in the crowd. It seems like it's working. A couple of people have glanced her way, but nobody's noticed her state of undress. Yet.

You give the nearest elf a nudge.

"Hey, that's weird. You see that girl over there? It almost looks like she's not wearing any pants."

"Isn't she just wearing a dress? And who are you, anyway?"

"No, wait." The elf's friend, a cute orc girl, is looking over. "It's a sweater. I think she's right."

A halfling leans in. "Who's not wearing any pants?"

Selma's beginning to sweat. More and more people seem to be whispering and looking her way. One or two are pointing. She glances towards the door, opening onto the college green, still so far away. She needs to get there as quickly as possible. But she doesn't want to run, or everyone will start looking.

She picks up the pace. Unluckily, she doesn't know about the little trap you've laid for her.