The lesson ends, her clothes are gone

After what seemed like hours more than it usually was, the bell finally rang and pupils began to pack up their art supplies. Clutching her precious fake flowers, Sandry shuffled over to Robyn.

"What do you think?" Robyn nodded at the painting she had done.

"That's actually not bad." Sandry admitted. "Although I didn't get any work done on my own project, which was the only reason I came here in... my clothes..." she began to look around.

"Hmm." Robyn also began to look around.

"Where are my clothes?" Sandry hissed.

"They were right there on the counter."

"They aren't there now." Sandry wrapped her arms around her **** pink body, "They're gone! I'm completely naked! All I have is this little bunch of flowers!"

"Actually," Robyn said, "they have to stay in the classroom."