The commando schoolgirl.

You can't go back to wearing those again. You just can't. And you won't bring yourself to tell Hannah you have experience.

She beckons with her hand, waiting for you to place something on it. "Hand it over then, girl. Let those melons go free."

You look over yourself in the mirror. If you bounce around too much, those melons will definitely go free. Too free. The top is cut way too high. You already feel nervous from your situation down below. One breeze, one staircase... anything... But you've come this far, and you can't help but notice your heart is racing with excitement. You reach back and undo the bra, and place it down into her hand.

She looks like she's having the time of yourself. Then it hits you. Why does she have outfits like this in her closet? You look at her sceptically, and though you're still flustered, you manage to make out that question.

Hannah blushes. "Oh, um. I just have a lot of outfits, you know. We're a wealthy family, and I like to collect them. Nevermind that. Let's head back to the foyer." She takes your hand, and gives it a tug.

It catches you by surprise, but you come along. You can't help but notice she dodged the question.

Down the hall, you reach the stairs, and she follows behind as you make your way down. "I wish I was below right now, looking up," she whispers under her breath. It causes you to immediately push your skirt down between your legs and flush self-consciously.

She chuckles in response.

You both reach the bottom and find yourself once again in the grand entrance of her family's manor. Despite wearing more clothes than last time, you feel even more exposed than ever.

"So, what should we do?" Despite it being a question, it doesn't seem like she's asking you. "This is a good start, but this isn't even as close to what you put yourself through earlier today. I know! Let's go out into the backyard. This estate has quite a lot of land surrounded by a metal fence. You can see right through it, but we'll have plenty of room, and there won't be many people around. There is no street, just some grassland to the right, and the neighbour's yard to the left, but they're never outside.

Follow me! The weather's beautiful outside anyway. Let's make it even more fabulous by throwing a couple beauties into the mix, hm? That outfit really is precious on you, you know," Hannah says as she already begins making her way forwards and through the house.

You walk awkwardly behind her, feeling the liberating bareness between your legs, and beneath the loose fabric of your top. As you go, you pass even more expensive furnishings and decor, until you reach the backdoor. She unlocks it, and you both head outside into the blinding light.