Mitsuru could hardly believe what she just heard. Reflexively, Mitsuru crossed her arms across her chest, her exposed panties forgotten as she shielded the demanded garment.
"Y-you want what?!" Mitsuru stammered out.
"You heard me." The girl said, the same cold look on her face. "Give me your bra, and you're free to go. Besides, you've still got a shirt."
This was true, Mitsuru did indeed still have her blouse. Of course, said blouse was still damp and slightly transparent. Even if the shirt was bone dry it would be crazy to wear it without a bra. The personally tailored nature of the blouse meant that Mitsuru's lack of undergarments would be plainly obvious, and Mitsuru was well aware that she was the subject of plenty of stares even when normally dressed. Still, what choice did she have? There was no way her tormentor was going to let her leave the bathroom unhindered unless she surrendered her bra, and risking a public spectacle was completely out of the question.
"You are a vile woman, I hope you know." Mitsuru said as she slowly brought her hands together behind her back and unclasped her bra.
"Oh, I know." the girl said, smiling viciously as she continued to hold her phone up, likely photographing Mitsuru's disrobing. Mitsuru could only hope that she kept the most intimate parts of her chest hidden from the camera's lens, though she couldn't know for sure.
Carefully sliding her bra off her arms, Mitsuru carefully kept her left arm clamped across her chest as her right held out her bra to the girl in front of her. The girl quickly snatched the bra from Mitsuru's fingers, holding it up in front of her face and, much to Mitsuru's shock, giving it a sniff!
"Mmm, what is that? Some kind of fancy perfume, I'm guessing?" The girl asked, a twisted smile on her face.
"That is none of your business!" Mitsuru snapped. "Now let me pass!"
With a shrug, the girl stepped aside, giving Mitsuru a way out of the bathroom. "Sure, sure. Have fun out there, Madame President. Be careful though, there's no telling what kind of weirdos might take advantage of you in this state!" This was punctuated with a swat to Mitsuru's behind as the now half-dressed redhead stomped past the girl and into the hallway.
As soon as she was free of her bathroom tormentor, Mitsuru remembered the blouse still clenched in her hands. Realizing that, while it might not have been presentable, it was still better than absolutely nothing, Mitsuru quickly pulled the blouse on. Shuddering a bit at the feeling of the still damp fabric against her bare skin, Mitsuru looked down to assess just how ridiculous she looked. The diagnosis was bad.
The fabric hadn't had a chance to dry completely, and Mitsuru's skin was still visible in the spots where the fabric pressed against her. Unfortunately for Mitsuru, these spots included the majority of her breasts which, thanks to her lack of a bra, meant that she was essentially topless to the casual observer. Worse yet... had the heat of the dryer shrank the shirt? It still fit, of course, but it seemed a bit tighter than normal, though this could just be Mitsuru's mind playing tricks on her.
Mitsuru had to do something to rectify the situation. Clearly she wasn't going to find a solution to her predicament on this floor, but that sadly meant she'd have to risk descending the stairs and possibly running into more students. Still, the lower floor offered both a path to the gym, where Mitsuru could at least hopefully grab her PE shirt, as well as the Home Ec room. The Home Ec room was barely ever used, and often locked as a result, but it would have fabric and potentially even finished garments that Mitsuru could use. With her heart hammering away in her chest and her breaths deep and fearful (which Mitsuru failed to notice seemed to be straining the buttons of her blouse), Mitsuru resigned herself to a path, deciding to make a run for-