Watch Malakae's attempt.

Malakae Vraelion--the queen bee of the school. You don't know exactly how dragons work, though they must be powerful both literally and politically given how everybody acts. Even in this weird reality, people worship her like a goddess. She's beautiful certainly, but her personality is the worst. Someone who's the arrogant, with that much of a queen-complex, really needs a dose of reality. The wild sprite is doing god's work. Sadly though, you're not certain you can do anything about her. You stood up to her once, and all it did was **** you into a duel with somebody else.

She leaps onto the rope and begins to climb with ease. Although her body is slender, she possesses greater strength than you expect. She reaches the top even faster than you did, and grasps the top of the wooden shaft within her hand like the clutch of a dragon's claw to heave herself even higher--almost enough to sit on the peak. From there, she can look down on everyone. It's appropriate.

But then, you see a strange blur of energy in the air waft by her. It's just like before, when her skirt was thrown up. Eva looks over to you with a nod.

"Did you see something weird?" RJ asks.

So it isn't just us.

Vraelion starts climbing back down, though she slips down a little farther than she meant to. At the same time, a nail from the very top of the wooden shaft catches her shirt. Her top is yanked out of her shorts and up her body until it's only around her face--completely blinding her. She wears a thin, dark red bra that can barely contain her voluptuous physique. Her breasts bounce free from her shirt, and given her awkward position, she can barely move. The best she can do is free her arms and grab at the shirt stuck around her face to try to pull it down.

People are in awe. The teacher is freaking out again.

"Holy moly!" RJ shouts with hands on his head. "I can see Vraelion's..."

Eva hurries over to you. "Did you see that?" she asks.

You nod your head, but your eyes remain upwards. "I did. Where did it go?"

As Malakae uses one hand to hold the rope and the other to try freeing her head--made even more difficult by her horns--she unknowingly bounces her body up and down, and whether she realizes or not, she's a show for both classes. They watch the half-naked queen struggle. Where she once stood to be above everybody, she is now trapped on display.

The teacher hurries to the bottom. "Uhm. Uhm. If you fall, I'll catch you!"

"That's your plan?!" Vraelion barks back. "Everybody is to look away immediately, or my father will destroy you! Look away now, damn it!"

Of course, nobody does.

Then you see it again. Another blur. You watch it waft over her struggling body, and then the straps of her brassiere loosen. The back straps fall limp. If people weren't staring with intensive attention before, they are now. She moves a bit more, and that's all it needs. The bra slips off her body and falls straight down into the teacher's hands.

The poor teacher screams in panic.

Her perfect tits--the body of the queen bee previously unseen by anyone--now lay bare for all to see. Her cute stomach, her large, unclothed breasts--it's something to behold. Her small nipples poking out from each of her tits look stiff as well. You imagine she's chilly all the way up there, outdoors and uncovered.

You look to Eva beside you. She's watching with flared nostrils and red across her nose. Such a situation must be stimulating her imagination.

"Stop looking!" Malakae screams. Now she has to choose between helping pull her head free or covering up her breasts. She chooses the latter at first, but now she's just up there forever. "Everyone is to look away this instant!" she shouts again, uncovers her tits once more, and returns to working her head through the hole of her top.

Finally, she pops free with a gasp. She immediately grabs the rope with both hands--it squeezing itself between her cleavage. She looks down with a radiantly red face at everybody staring at her half-naked body. Her breathing is heavy and panicked. Her eyes are wide. Though she moved with such strength before, now her body quivers. All of those eyes on her, and there's no escape. She's stuck. All she can do is make her way down, where people will continue to gawk with little way to properly cover herself up.

"Look away I said!" Admitting defeat, she starts scurrying down the rope.

You see the blur again. This time, you notice it fly away in the direction of a nearby small structure.

Vraelion climbs too quickly to notice her shorts catch on the rope as she goes. You're not even certain how it's happened. Though, it does tear her shorts right off her body. She doesn't even stop, as she knows that she just needs to reach the bottom, but she looks up in distress at her shorts dangling about halfway up the rope. Her matching, dark red panties squeeze her perky ass and curvy hips right beneath her tail. They wedge up between her legs as she wiggles her way down with still no way to cover up.

The girl in nothing but a pair of panties, socks, and shoes, reaches the bottom at last. Immediately, she covers up her bust with both arms and runs awkwardly towards the nearest building which looks to be one for equipment storage--the same one the sprite flew towards. She swings open the door and slams it behind her.

Your teacher's face is as red as his students'. Though, he tries to hide his excitement by shouting just like before. "G-Get back to work, everyone! We're running laps now!"

"Oh no," RJ mumbles under his breath. "But I think I need to... sit down for a second." You glance down at the bulge in his shorts which he's trying his best to cover up. He's not alone either. You managed to hold it together, but that isn't the case for a few of the other boys.

Eva tugs on your arm. "Kyle. I saw the blur go towards that same building. I think the sprite could be in there," she says.

You glance in that direction, and then to your teacher. "Me too. Let's hope these permission slips work then."

"I don't think I even need to talk to my teacher..."

The woman in question still doesn't know what to do with the bra in her hands, nor does she know how to get either article of clothing down from the rope.

You approach the bearded man and pull the slip of paper from your pocket. "May Eva and I be excused? We have something important to do for the headmaster."

He scowls at you, snatches it from your hand, and looks it over. He grunts, and then slaps it back into your hand. "Fine. But you better not get into any trouble," he says.

"Thank you, sir," Eva says with a bow. "All right. Come on, Kyle. We need to hurry."