Rise felt something catch at her shoulders, underneath the apron.
"Huh?" she uttered, shrugging her shoulders again to confirm the feeling. The shoulder straps of her bra, without a shirt to hold them in place, were indeed slipping down her shoulders.
"Hey now," she said, tugging open the front of her apron to readjust the straps. But, not even a minute passed after she had fixed their position did the straps slip down to the side of her shoulders again. Appearance-wise, nothing had changed, as the work apron had long sleeves that covered her arms, shoulders, and neck completely, in addition to her front, leaving only the middle of her back exposed. However, with the straps slipping down onto her shoulders like this, they were starting to get in the way of her arm movements, which was annoying right now, and would be really bad if anyone showed up and she had to do some real work.
"Mrgh... I knew this thing was getting old," Rise groaned.
This probably was a sign that Rise should have taken the time to change back into normal clothes. But she had committed herself to her trial run at this point, and wasn't going to be stopped by some worn out elastic. She also felt that she didn't have time to waste. She only had until her grandma returned, after all. So instead of changing back into her work clothes, another outfit, or even just getting a different bra, she instead decided to-
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