Pyrrha sighed. “It’s ok Professor. Thank you for hearing me out.”
It had been awkward to say the least but Pyrrha didn't know who else to go to for help. She was gifted in many ways, many giving her an incredible edge in combat. But life had decided to bless her in the chest department too. She wouldn't be upset about it if she could find any good support for the oversized things.
Bras were either comfortable, good at keeping her breasts under control or could survive the life of a huntress. But never all three.
“Believe me I understand your frustration.” Glynda Goodwitch knew all too well the struggles her student was going through. “You would not believe how many civilian bras that have snapped during just workouts before I gave up.”
With their careers both women had opted to go with huntress grade bras that could limit the movement of their bust. But they were so damn uncomfortable. Needing to use them day after day for years was maddening.
But what else could they do? A super bra wasn't going to just fall onto their chests.
“Well it was nice talking with you but I think this is where we part ways.”
Oh yes. One of them needed to change. Both ladies stopped in front of a locker. A certain particular clothing brimming with excitement inside. She was tough enough to handle a huntress.
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