Her neckline seemed...lower

Dana couldn't believe what was happening. She asked herself some basic questions, a routine she had learned to keep herself safe:

Was she drunk?
No. She hadn't touched **** for the entire night - her drink was a non-alcoholic mojito.

Was she ****?
Nope, she had seen the drinks arrive and nobody had come near her glass. Everything tasted normal.

Was she dreaming?
Unlikely. She pinched herself and yep, she was still sitting in the same place with the same people.

Then why did it seem like a portion of her dress had vanished?

The loss of fabric around her neck was a subtle change. Her dress had gone from being a turtleneck to a boatneck. It looked natural, as if her dress had always been like this - but Dana knew this wasn't the case. Somehow, she had lost her bra - and now, a strip of fabric from the top of her dress.

She felt a lot more eyes on her than before. None of her friends remarked on the change, even though she thought she saw some funny looks in her direction. She decided that with the right confidence, she could play it off as it being always like this.

The alternative was too bizarre to consider. What would she tell her friends - that she had just felt someone feel her up, before they had stolen her bra and altered her dress? She turned red at the thought of how embarrassing it would be to admit her bra was stolen. Her friends would probably think she was joking, and some would definitely use it as an excuse to ogle her chest. They might ask her to flash her tits as proof of the missing bra, and she didn't want that kind of humiliation from her friends. They would tease her for god knows how long.

No, the only possible course of action was to pretend everything was normal. Her eyes roamed around the restaurant, as she waited to rejoin the conversation around her.

She spotted a handsome guy sitting alone at the bar, and for a brief moment their eyes made contact with each other. The man had a drink in his hand, and he smiled at her, tilting his glass in the smallest of toasts. He was cute - if there weren't more pressing issues on her mind, she wouldn't have minded some small talk and flirting between them.

She sighed, determined to not let her previous panic get the better of her. Her dress was still decent, with plenty of fabric between her and toplessness. She bit her lip and hoped the worst was behind her.