This choice: Completely unsalvagable. • Go Back... Mitsuru's face fell as she surveyed what remained of her skirt. While she had managed to free a fair amount of it from the cabinet, it hadn't been freed in good condition. Rather than a solid piece of fabric, Mitsuru held a ragged chunk of her skirt, loose threads and dangling scraps hanging in every direction. This black rag that had once been her skirt might have been capable of covering her front or back, maybe, had it managed to stay in somewhat good condition. As it was, however, the Kirijo heiress was now completely deprived of her skirt. Mitsuru knew she had to find a way to control the situation again, and fast.
Struggling to her feet, Mitsuru turned and faced the rest of the council once more. Similarly to her initial loss of clothing, the room had gone silent in the wake of Mitsuru's newest accident. What Mitsuru didn't notice, however, was that the room's eyes weren't focusing on her lower half quite as much as they were before. Thanks to the uncapped water bottle, Mitsuru's shirt had become transparent and left Mitsuru's magnificent cleavage and lacy black bra on display with little left to the imagination. Mitsuru, however, assumed that she had managed to regain some measure of command over the room.
Clearing her throat, Mitsuru began to speak once more, adopting her normal authoritative tone. "It would seem that my current issue cannot be resolved. I would ask that everyone here be mature and respectful, and let us all handle this matter like adults. Shall we continue with the meeting?"
Mitsuru's question was met with complete silence. Normally there would have been an audible agreement to Mitsuru's plans, at least that was the way things went when Mitsuru was in control of a situation. So what had changed? If they weren't being quiet out of respect, then why were they? It couldn't be Mitsuru's panties; she had managed to somewhat awkwardly shield them with the tattered remainder of her skirt, though her undergarments were still plainly visible in most areas, and her rear end was still exposed to anybody that might step behind her.
"I believe I asked a question. Shall we continue the meeting?" Mitsuru repeated, assuming that the council simply needed to be snapped out of a daze resulting from the recent events. This time Mitsuru was answered, but not by words. Instead, Mitsuru heard giggling again, this time louder than before. Mitsuru hadn't regained control of the situation, she had lost control even further!
"What, may I ask, is so funny?" Mitsuru asked, her face starting to betray a mixture of agitation and apprehension.
"Well, President, you are!" one of the council members managed to say between giggling fits. "It's just hard to take you seriously when you're standing in front of us basically half naked."
"Half naked? Now I may be suffering from a... minor wardrobe malfunction at the moment, but I'm far from half naked. I still have my shirt on, after all." Mitsuru said as she wiped some wet hair out of her eyes once more in annoyance. That was when it dawned on her- the water. Looking down, Mitsuru's eyes were met with tragedy for the second time. Her shirt might as well have been off for all the good it was doing!
Unable to stop a gasp of shock, Mitsuru threw her arms across her chest. While this left her lower half uncovered as the ruined skirt fell to the ground forgotten, Mitsuru's mind was focused on the new issue at hand. Losing her skirt was humiliating enough, but now to be in front of the rest of the council essentially in her underwear?! This was insane! Mitsuru desperately wanted to run away, get as far from the room as possible before she lost even more respect. But running would harm her reputation just as badly; after all, she was supposed to be the unshakable Mitsuru Kirijo!  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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