When Candice saw the remains of her skirt piled on the ground she was more annoyed than anything. The skirt was already scandalously short so it didn't really offer much in the way of warmth, and she had simply gotten used to the fact that people may have seen her panties at some point in her life she wouldn't really be dressing like this if people seeing her underwear bothered her (seeing her butt naked though was of course still a problem, but really what are the odds of that ever happening?)
Still even though her sweater and blouse were long enough to cover herself she could still expect to be ridiculed if she came back to town without at least trying to hold the skirt up so she bends over to pick the torn garment up when suddenly out of the corner of her eye there is an instant of shadowy movement, the flash of something sharp, and the mischievous snicker of a sneasel. Before her hair ties fall apart and her pigtails collapse causing her long raven black hair to flow naturally and get in her face.
"pfft bleh hair in my mouth... grrr... I don't think the battle is over yet Glaceon" Candice says. In fact the battle for her modesty was just beginning.
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