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The women of Inaba have a lot more than fog to worry about as they fall victim to ENF.
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Chapter #8

At her, and her steam-soaked apron.

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With everyone's eyes looking at her with confused looks on their faces, Rise had a fair idea of what happened. With a slight gulp, she stared down and saw that her apron had indeed become soaked through by the steam. While the apron may have been thick enough to still hide her skin even in this wet state, the bright orange color of her underwear shone through like a neon-lit sign. Now they all knew, which made her feel so...

Wait, how did she feel exactly? Sure she was embarrassed now that they could see her underwear and knew she was only wearing that underneath the apron, but not that much, now that she thought about it. She, or rather, her shadow, was wearing just as much when they rescued her, and these were her friends for goodness sake. And they were all just a few steps away from noticing up until now, it was strange that they hadn't noticed yet, especially Kanji. Really, she was starting to feel more frustrated at herself for freezing up just now.

The point was, they now knew, and it wouldn't do any good to try and hide it. Besides, the whole point of wearing her clothes like that in the shop was to have someone see her like this, so that she would know for sure. Without an audience to actually test out that look, the entire day would have been nothing more than pointless dress-up! So, why not have her friends be that audience? Much better than random elevator creeps any day... and she was not going to let that be her only memory of this.

"Well, looks like the jig is up," Rise said casually, flashing a cheeky grin.

"Somebody pinch me, because I must be dreaming!" Teddie cried out, being the first to react. "Why else would Rise-chan be dressed so sexily just for me?"

"It's not for you, Teddie!" Rise yelled. Of course he would jump straight to the most perverted reason. "I was just feeling, er, doing something new to try and help draw in customers for the tofu shop. See?" she said, turning and showing her underwear-clad backside to them, to much reaction. She was pleased to feel some relief at letting them know, and couldn't help but giggle at their surprised gasps, but she still felt too nervous to give the true reason behind her attire, thanks to Teddie just now.

"Oh so this was for business?" said Yukiko. "And here I was thinking you ran out of clean laundry except for your underwear today."

"What?" Rise, asked, followed by a weird look from her, Kanji, and Teddie.

"Oh shit!" said Kanji, smacking his forehead. "So that's what you meant when you said you needed to return your uniform! And I just dragged you to Junes flashing your panties everywhere?"

"It's not underwear, it's a swimsuit!" Rise shouted. "Geez... well, it's fine though, it's nothing anyone wouldn't have seen if they went to the shop today," Rise shrugged.

"Really? They make swimsuits with that much lace?" Yukiko asked.

"Swimsuit, underwear, what's the difference?" Kanji asked. "Aren't you covered up about the same either way?"

"Tut, tut, tut," Teddie admonished, waggling his glove. "Oh, Kanji, you really don't know anything do you? Of course they're different. Different as night and day."

"Oh really?" Kanji said sarcastically. "How?"

"It's simple really. Swimsuits you can wear in public, but underwear you can't!" Teddie beamed. The weird looks now shifted towards him. "What? C'mon you know I'm right!"

"It's not that simple Teddie," Yukiko said. "The difference is that swimsuits are made to handle water, but underwear is not," the looks shifted towards her once again. "What? I wouldn't go swimming in my underwear."

"That's just as lame as Teddie's explanation!" Kanji said, before launching into an argument with the others.

Rise sighed. It was a bit of a letdown that their attention had passed so quickly, but also a relief to see her friends arguing about nothing. Basically they were acting just as they had before they found out about her. I guess once the shock has passed, there really isn't much of a difference whether I'm fully dressed, in my underwear or somewhere in between. I'm still me, after all.

Rise blinked, and chuckled in realization. There was no need to try and combine Rise and Risette in her attire, they were combined in her and how she acted! If anything, all she could learn from this was that work was really, really boring, and that she had a mischievous, naughty streak, both of which were things she already knew about herself. Also, she felt hot, sweaty, and suddenly remembered that she was still in front of a steamy bathouse dungeon in a saturated apron, and that going back home like that was probably a bad idea.

"Well, better dry this off," she said, walking back towards the entrance while the others continued their argument. Once there, she removed the apron and cap and hung them off the edge of one of the exit TVs, then ran back towards the bathouse.

Once she got there, she found that-

You have the following choices:

1. Her friends are still there, arguing away.

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2. Her friends are gone!

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