It rips

You smile to yourself as Emma wrestles with her skirt, your eyes not leaving her bare arse as she tries to pull the skirt free.

With a chuckle you click your fingers and it finally comes loose, Emma pulling with such **** that she winds up flat on her back, her skirt in two separate halves in her hands.

"Oh no..." Emma mutters, the fear beginning to set in. Her skirt is ruined, and she has no other clothing here. She can't possibly open up the library now.