The night cold

It was cold enough that our breaths were visible. Cold enough that Isadora hugged herself as she stepped out.

And with a simple breeze, she found herself shivering.

I felt great. My clothing was heavy, but Isadora was wearing the new tops, and the tit window on her chest was allowing the cold in especially.

"This is ridiculous," she said. Her nipples began to poke through her sweater.

Her hands wasted no time in covering them.

"You will tell no one of this," she screamed.

You could help her if you really wanted. There was enough room for her to squeeze beneath your cloak is she wanted. But it was very likely she wouldn't ever let that happen.