Ai rolled her eyes. "Why did I agree to do this again?"
Chie zipped up the back of Ai's maid outfit. "Boys are really into this sort of stuff. The cafe will be great for team recruitment."
"Ow! That's really tight." Ai winced.
"You don't have to rub it in," sighed Yukiko gloomily. She crouched down, sewing the hem of Ai's skirt. "Hold still," she said, concentrating.
"And isn't this outfit a little much?" Ai said, looking at the skirt critically. "I can't wear a bra with this and the skirt shows off way too much thigh. This is kind of overkill."
Yosuke's voice filtered in from down the hall. "So as I was saying, Yu..."
Ai's face brightened as she dashed out to meet them. "Wait! Ai!" Yukiko cried out after her.
"Hey you two there! What do you think?" Ai smirked. She grabbed the hem of her dress and played with it, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her garters. She did a quick pirouette, holding her skirt down to keep it from flying up. "Does it look good on me?"
"I-it looks really great!"
Ai leaned forward teasingly, her reddish blonde hair tumbling down and framing her large bust. "Do you want to look some more?"
The loose unsecured threads on Ai's dress gave way, causing her half-finished outfit to slide down. The curves of her generous breasts came into view, with the tips of her nipples draped by the curls of her hair. It slid past her thin, white, side tie panties, showing off her slender thighs and long legs before coming to rest on the floor.
Yukiko sighed. "I told you we weren't done."
"Whoa!"
"D-don't look!"
***
Yosuke and Yu walked down the hall, their faces bruised and battered. "Why did she hit me harder than you?" Yosuke questioned.
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