Just head to class

Possibilities and scenarios ran through Bernadetta's head, her brain working overtime to try and work out some way out of this. Right when she was about to settle on a plan of hiding for the rest of her life in the crypts of Garreg Mach, a memory flashed through her head.

"I managed to speak to the Archbishop about it and negotiated some leniency."

The Professor's words echoed through her head clearly, reminding her that this wasn't just some cruel joke. Professor Byleth had actually stood up to the Archbishop of the entire church and managed to convince her to give Bernadetta a second chance. That meant that she must have had faith that she could do this. If she couldn't even do this... She could envision the disappointment in her teachers eyes, saddened that her faith in her student was so misplaced...

No. She could do this. She would show the professor how much her faith in her meant. Straightening up, the girl placed her hands at her sides, intent on at least seeming like the brave Officer she was technically here to become, and that Professor Byleth knew she could be. After all, she wouldn't just do this for her own fun.

... Unfortunately, the vermilion tone her face took on betrayed how absolutely and utterly humiliated she was feeling. To her credit, she managed to keep herself from fainting, despite currently living her worst nightmare. Walking through the utterly baffled crowd, she did her best to try and forget about all the rumors that would come from this. That she was some kind of hussy who only wants to flaunt her body... if this got back to her family she'd... W-well, nevermind that for now.

"Why are there so many people here today?!" She mentally screamed, hyperventilating as she walked. It seemed that every step she took on the cold castle grounds brought more and more gazes towards her uncovered flesh. Her nipples stood stiff at attention, molested by the cold chill of the morning air. Bernie wished she was at least able to keep her hoodie...

After what seemed like an eternity of walking, as well as more offers for "fun" than she ever would have wanted in her life, the completely naked girl finally made it to the doors of the Black Eagles classroom... The last and greatest obstacle she'd have to face...

Steadying her breath, the girl grasped the brass handles, trying not to think about how everyone she'd know was in there... all her friends and acquaintances... seeing every inch of her... Judging her...

N-no, she had to think positive. This would all work out. M-maybe nobody would even notice.

With one solid push, she slammed open the doors...