Maybe she should count them down. But if she thinks about it too hard, builds up any amount of anticipation, the humiliation is bound to get the better of her. Instead, she grips the edge of her shirt and folds her arms upward. The chill of the air on her skin draws a shiver out of her, but at least it keeps the warmth in her stomach from growing any more molten.
The shirt is set carefully aside and... Abruptly she finds she isn't sure what to do with her hands. She folds them in her lap eventually, fidgeting as she does her best to avoid hiding herself. Even with a bra on, she feels incredibly bare.
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Maybe she should count them down. But if she thinks about it too hard, builds up any amount of anticipation, the humiliation is bound to get the better of her. Instead, she grips the edge of her shirt and folds her arms upward. The chill of the air on her skin draws a shiver out of her, but at least it keeps the warmth in her stomach from growing any more molten.
The shirt is set carefully aside and... Abruptly she finds she isn't sure what to do with her hands. She folds them in her lap eventually, fidgeting as she does her best to avoid hiding herself. Even with a bra on, she feels incredibly bare.