It was a long shot, but Fuuka knew she didn't have any other choice if she wanted to escape this with her modesty intact. Jamming the machine would still leave her with a shamefully short skirt, and that was completely unacceptable. Besides, she thought, what could be a better way for her to improve her sewing than working under this kind of intense pressure? Maybe this was the moment when she'd finally tap into some sort of hidden artistic talent that had been buried deep, deep inside her all those years.
She had to give it a shot. She'd pulled the team out of tougher spots than this in their trips into Tartarus, so surely she could pull herself out of an embarrassing blunder all on her own. Besides, she'd worn enough skirts to have an idea of the basic shape one needed to be. How hard could it really be? Riding a wave of unsure courage, Fuuka set to work making herself a new skirt.
It took approximately a minute before she realized her plan really had no chance of working. To start, Fuuka may have known what sort of shape a skirt was meant to have, but getting it to take a shape even remotely close to that was the tricky part; actually, it was the entire thing. She'd hoped that would be the tricky part, but it turned out that all of it was tricky. There wasn't a single part of this that was going well.
Two minutes in, and Fuuka could feel her skirt disappear underneath her entirely, leaving her with practically nothing except the part around her waist. Fuuka felt her cheeks turning redder as she realized the only thing covering her panties were her white nylons, and those were nearly transparent! And she still wasn't any closer to making a serviceable skirt for herself. She needed to do something, and fast!
Her first instinct was to just grab her bag and bolt for the door, but if she did that, she knew she'd be seen. Her other option was to try and find some way to cover up below her waist without looking too conspicuous. She wasn't sure how she was going to do that, but if she didn't want to get noticed, she'd have to figure it out soon.
Fuuka stole a quick, nervous glance down, hoping she'd somehow imagined the whole thing and she was still fully-dressed. The clear view of her modest white panties underneath her nylons was enough to tell her otherwise. Cringing with embarrassment, Fuuka quickly decided on her next move-
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