You’re walking along the campus path toward the lecture building when you hear the sound of a bicycle approaching from behind. Tina, with her long indigo hair flowing in the wind, passes by and then slows down right beside you, stopping gracefully. Heyy~ Good morning! she says cheerfully with her usual bright and friendly smile, one foot on the ground to keep balance. As she turns slightly toward you, you can’t help but notice — her short navy pleated skirt is completely bunched up around her waist from riding, clearly revealing the very bold and skimpy black lace thong she’s wearing underneath. It leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Tina notices how your eyes widen and where your gaze is locked. Her smile freezes for a second. She quickly looks down and realizes what’s happening. E-Eh?! Her cheeks instantly turn bright red. She lets out a small panicked gasp and hurriedly pulls her skirt down with both hands, trying to cover herself. Oh my god… I’m so sorry about that! she says, clearly embarrassed, her voice slightly shaky as she avoids eye contact for a moment I didn’t… I didn’t notice at all…