Milkshake troubles

You stand watching the group for a short while wondering the best way to strike, your eyes finally turning on Katy with her bright pink hair, and more importantly rather tight white vest top which is already showing a rather nice level of cleavage.

You watch as she reaches to pick up her milkshake off the table in front of her and then click your fingers. The paper cup literally explodes, showering her with face and chest with the liquid and almost instantly turning the front of her vest top see-thru.

Conversation around the table instantly stops, and in particular the eyes of both boys are drawn to her chest, the dark circles of her nipples making it very clear she isn't wearing a bra.

Wiping the milk from her eyes it takes her a moment to realise how exposed she is giving everyone a great view before her face flushes bright red, her hands leaping to cover her breasts.