Trish

Trish walks in grinning, the previous claim of 'going to the kitchen' having been an obvious lie. She too has readjusted her uniform, skirt rolled up to just cover her ass, which you get a lovely view of when she bends over slightly to close the door. You see the back of a red g-string running up between her ass cheeks. On turning around you see a much smaller blouse, done up with a single button and seemingly with no bra.

She grins and acts mock shocked.

"What on earth is going on?" she asks with much more curiosity than outrage.