The book wasn't going to be of any use. Ami didn't speak Latin that well, and she didn't know which passages could undo what she'd said. Maybe none of them did. And what if she made her predicament even worse? No, she had to get away from that book... and she didn't think for a second that trying to explain herself while her hands were undoing her blouse would do any good.
Ami quickly got up and moved away from the table, leaving the book sitting open as she hurried between a pair of bookshelves. She would just collect herself, settle her breathing, and focus on getting her hands to respond to just her will.
Except Ami felt the Latin words still on her lips, as if their presence weighed heavily on her. She softly uttered them while trying to compose herself, and found she was not having any luck of it. "P, penance... penance... no, no I haven't done anything...!" She stared downward in disbelief as her blouse was becoming more and more undone with each second. She had already managed to undo the collar and let the scarf of her uniform be cast aside. Then her hands were working their way down her front, unfastening one button at a time. "No, no, stop... worldly possessions... forsake all... no, no, NO! I, I need them, snap out of it...!" Ami whispered to herself in growing alarm as she realized her blouse was completely drawn open... and her hands were pulling it off of her shoulders!
The sight before her was plain as day. Ami's own simple modest bra, plainly exposed as her blouse fell to the ground. It didn't stop there. Another whisper left her lips, unbidden. "For... for the day..." She felt her feet running along one another, and soon Ami was taking off her shoes. Then her toes each tugged off her petite socks, leaving her barefoot. "No, no, not here...! I... forsake all...NO!" Ami bit into her lip to keep her panicked voice from getting louder. The barefoot girl's eyes widened as her fingers began to toy with her bra, unclasping it from behind her back. "Oh no, no not here...!" Snap. The bra came apart... and dropped. Ami's breasts fell into view, and then her hands were at her skirt, pulling it apart.
It was clear as day that if Ami didn't do something, and FAST, she was going to wind up absolutely, irrevocably naked. In a desperate attempt to stop herself, the half-dressed girl...
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