(chapter originally by Misayaka at writing.com)
Despite how **** her situation was, Fuuka couldn't bring herself to steal. It wasn't just the immorality of the act, it was also dreading the ramifications of what would happen if she were caught doing it.
She'd be lucky if she had ANYTHING on then. So Fuuka cut her losses, looked from side to side, and swiftly went for the bag. With her prize in hand, she moved back behind the pillar as fast as she could, comparing the bag's confines to her lower body.
It would look ridiculous, but compared to a newspaper, it didn't seem that bad.
Unfortunately, before Fuuka could make use of the container as anything resembling a garment, she realized...
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