They gamble on Sofie being able to take care of herself

Viki and Robin stood frozen as Sofie walked back into the living room, ass naked, eventually finding her laptop. She balanced the laptop in her arms, already tapping at the trackpad.

“I’ll just log in real quick,” Sofie said casually. “Camera’s probably optional anyway.”

Robin opened his mouth.

Closed it.

Viki squeezed her eyes shut for half a second, then **** a smile. “Sure. Yeah. Totally.” It sounded like she wouldnt have to worry about a camera anyways.

Sofie perched herself on the edge of Robin's chair, crossing her legs out of habit. The movement felt… awkward. She shifted again, noticing Robin glancing at her oddly. They were almost besties, why should he mind her borrowing the arm of his chair? Brow furrowing, she dismissed it and focused on the screen.

"It doesnt start for another 25 minutes, but i like to make sure the link and everything works." Sofie said, breaking the awkward silence in the room with small talk.

The familiar grid of her online class loaded.

Names appeared. Little black squares. A few cameras already on.

“Oh,” Sofie murmured. “Professor’s early.”

Robin’s heart slammed into his ribs.

“Maybe, you should—” he started.

Too late.

The camera light flicked on.

Sofie’s breasts appeared on-screen, centered and clear.

She smiled at first, preparing to adjust the screen to frame her face. She glanced down to adjust the laptop angle—

—and stopped.

Her smile faltered.

Her eyes flicked back to the screen. Then down again. Then back up, sharper this time.

“…That’s weird,” she muttered.

Viki watched the color drain from Sofie’s face.

On the screen, Sofie could see it now. Not everything—just enough. Her chin, her bare shoulders. Too bare. The way the frame dipped lower than it should. The absence of fabric where there absolutely should have been fabric. Careless freckles dotting the naked curves of her breasts... HER freckles! HER breasts!!!

Her breath caught.

She snapped the laptop shut with a soft thud.

The room went dead silent.

“I—” Sofie swallowed. She laughed once, thin and breathless. “That’s… that’s not funny.”

Viki’s chest tightened. “Soph—”

“I put clothes on,” Sofie said, standing abruptly. “I know I did.”

She hugged herself suddenly, arms crossing tight over her chest, posture folding inward. It was the first time she’d done that all morning.

Robin couldn’t look away. Or anywhere else.

Sofie’s voice dropped. “Why did it look like that? Did someone install a prank filter?”

Neither of them answered. She knew it wasnt a filter. Not with the accuracy of her freckles, nor the specific puffyness of her nipples.

Her phone buzzed.

Once.

Twice.

She looked at it.

A message preview lit the screen:

uh sofie? Was that you just now?

Another.

is your camera glitching or—

Her face burned. Not a dramatic flush—something deeper. Slower. The kind that spread into her ears, her neck, her chest.

“Oh my god,” she whispered.

She backed up a foot, then another, until her calves hit a chair. She sat hard, arms still locked around herself, shoulders hunched.

“I didn’t—” She shook her head. “I didn’t feel— I mean I would have noticed, right?”

Robin finally spoke, voice hoarse. “Sofie… your clothes—”

“Don’t,” she snapped, then immediately winced. “I’m sorry. I’m just—”

Her phone buzzed again.

This time, a name.

Professor Artz.

She let out a small, strangled sound.

“I was on camera,” she said faintly. “Wasn’t I.”

Viki nodded once. Slowly. “Just for a moment.”

Sofie covered her face with her hands.

A second passed.

Then another.

“I tried to angle the camera,” she said miserably. “I tried to angle the camera up like I always do.”

Robin squeezed his eyes shut.

“I didn’t know,” Sofie went on, words tumbling now. “I swear I didn’t know. Everyone probably thinks I—” She stopped, breath hitching. “They saw me. My nipples.”

Her hands dropped just long enough for them to see her eyes shining, wide and horrified.

“Why didn’t you stop me?” she asked.

The question hung there, heavy and accusing—even though her voice wasn’t.

Viki stepped forward. “We thought—”

“That you had a reason... that you would take care of yourself and not actually, you know...” Robin finished quietly.

Sofie laughed again. This time moisture formed in the corner of her eyes. She trembled and squeezed her thighs together. Viki wondered if she didnt see something else glistening down there.

“Well,” Sofie said, hugging herself tighter, shrinking into the chair, “It appears I cant trust my own senses.”

Her phone buzzed once more.

She didn’t look.

“I don’t think I can ever log in again,” she muttered.

The room felt smaller now. Hotter. Charged with the aftermath of something that couldn’t be taken back.

And for the first time, Sofie wasn’t just embarrassed.

She was acutely, painfully aware of herself—of where she was, how she was sitting, and how little control she’d actually had over who saw her naked body.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.