"... you aren't allowed to wear that green tank top in this gym." You smile weakly as you realize how silly you must sound right now. Before you can apologize, however, she already took off her tank top and covered up her black sports bra, a bit embarrassed. She turned and regretfully tossed her shirt in a nearby rubbish bin.
"Is that everything?" she asked as she turned back to you. You could hear how much hope she put in these words. After one more look at her firm tits, you look her directly in her ice-blue eyes.
"Oh, I am not sure...." You say sadistically, reveling in how uncomfortable she clearly is with this situation. "...but the more I think about it, the more I get the feeling there is something else that isn't right about your outfit." She looks at you with wide, scared eyes.
"Please, don't do this. I haven't done anything to you, have I?"
"No, you haven't, but as I said, there is something wrong with your outfit."
"W-What is it?" Her voice was fearful, and rightfully so.
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