Satomi's fingers moved, unbuttoning her blouse one slow button at a time. The fabric parted to reveal pale skin and a black lace bra cupping full, heavy breasts that rose and fell with calm, even breaths. She shrugged the blouse off her shoulders and let it drop beside her blazer.
"Strip," she ordered the other two—Rina and Ayaka. Her voice wasn't harsh, but it has the authority of someone who had given this command many times before. "Everything. When essence is involved, you can't hold back anything."
Ayaka obeyed first.
Her hands shook as she took off the ruined café outfit. The black corset top came off, showing her sweaty skin and the red blush that was still there from when she almost went on a rampage.
Her skirt followed, then the sheer stockings, until she knelt naked except for the thin silver chain around her neck.
