Her bra was missing

In a panic, Dana took her mind back to when she was getting dressed for the evening.

She remembered standing nude in her bedroom, all pieces of her outfit laid out in front of her. She had picked out a matching set of underwear - a tiny thong and a thin, strapless bra. She remembered as she had put them on first, followed by her sheer stockings before finally putting on her dress.

She remembered how getting into the tight dress was a struggle. It clung to her every curve, leaving no doubt as to the shape of her body. She had entertained the thought of going sans underwear as she hated visible panty lines while wearing this dress. Luckily for her, she had bought that set of lingerie specifically because it was completely invisible when she put on the dress. She knew many guys would be looking at her, wondering if she was wearing anything underneath - and she loved the feeling of keeping them guessing. Maybe a cute guy would even be lucky enough to see for himself, she had thought, giggling to herself.

She recalled imagining many outlandish scenarios involving her dress - the edge getting caught in an elevator, someone accidentally ripping it as they fell, that sort of thing - before she had chuckled to herself and began to put on the tiny strapless bra. It was low profile enough to not show as an outline, while keeping her ample boobs from moving too much.

Crucially, it also prevented her nipples from poking through her dress - something it was clearly failing to do right now. Or rather, it would be failing to do that if it were there - which it wasn't.

Dana had to snap herself out of her reverie as a slight feeling of panic entered her mind. Her bra was clearly missing - her dress was now the only thing concealing her entire upper body from the world.

Her body wasn't cooperating with her either. Her erect nipples rubbed against the tight-fitting soft satin of her dress, feeling like a soft caress upon her breasts. Her arousal was heightening by the minute, which created a dangerous cocktail of emotions in her mind.

She nervously looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but luckily nobody at her table seemed to be aware of her state so far. She still had the feeling she was being watched, but she had no idea how her bra had completely vanished from underneath her clothing.

Forcing herself to ignoring the slight simulation around her nipples, she was just about to say something when she felt a small breeze of air around her neck and collarbone. It was probably overzealous air conditioning - Dana never understood why people needed subzero temperatures in their AC. What's the point of having to wear a coat inside while it's burning outside? That annoyed her so much - wait, this wasn't right.

If she was wearing a turtleneck dress, why did she feel the wind on her neck?