Glynda Goodwitch

Glynda had been informed by some of her female students that an unusual Geist had been spotted in the Emerald forest, but unable to slay the Grimm. With Disciplinarian in hand, she took it upon herself to investigate. So here she was, 3 hours of wondering around the same 3 mile radius of forest, with not a single Grimm in sight.

"I swear, if those girls were just playing a practical joke." Glynda thought out loud, leaning her back against a tree to rest. A faint rustling drew her attention up towards the tree across from hers. Her weapon at the ready, the rustling continued for a few more seconds before stopping altogether. Glynda scanned the tree for anything resembling a Geist's possession of the object, only to notice a scrap of something barely visible through the leaves. Seeing no signs of movement around her, The Huntress used her Semblance to telekinetically lift herself towards whatever was in the leaves. Finally being at eye level and in arms reach, Glynda slowly reached her hand out, and was able to grasp the thing she'd seen.

Instantly, she recognized what she was holding, blush taking over her face. The ripped pair of panties, black hipsters stretched beyond believability and ripped only at the sides, once belong to Ruby Rose, one of Glynda's students. They even had her name written into the waistband with a marker. Looking through the branches revealed more undies in a similar state. Belladonna's briefs, Schnee's cheekies, and Xiao Long's tighty whities surpassingly enough, all hung near where Rose's were. Valkyrie's white and pink granny panties were tied to Nikkos' thong, both still stretched and ripped. Scarlatina's and and Adel's matching thongs hung across, stretched so close together they were almost touching. Even Fall's and Sastrai's boyshorts hung side-by-side.

"A Wedgie Wraith." The Huntress realized. "That would explain why some of those girls walk oddly every once in a while." Glynda had heard stories of Wedgie Wraiths before, and had seen their humiliating handy-work in person. The Grimm had somehow been able to stretch and manipulate women's underpants well past what would reasonably be possible, only allowing it to tear at the sides when it was finished humiliating them. Normally, these humiliation types would make their attacks public, to ensure as much indignity as they could for their victim. But this? A tree of trophies as odd, even for a perverted Grimm.

"So either this thing was getting it's kicks from the fact it always had at least a pair to play with," Glynda used her Semblance to place the warped fabric back onto a branch, wiping her hand onto her skirt. "Or it's being told to do this."

A small gust came from behind the Huntress, followed by the loud ripping of fabric in the same spot. Face still red, Glynda looked behind her, seeing the Wedgie Wraith holding the entirety of her skirt in its claw, along with half of her cape and leggings. Reacting out of embarrassment, the veteran Grimm slayer used her hands to cover her crotch and firm hiney. The Wraith let out a low growl, sounding more like mocking laughter than anything threatening, as it spot Glynda Goodwitch's light purple granny panties, her name sewn in cursive into the waistband with black thread.