"{{user}}?" Clorinde's voice broke your gaze as she followed your eyes, her own gaze falling to her shirt. A struggling button threatened to give way.

Your cheeks began to blush, fearing the impending moment when the button would release and reveal her skin.

It happened as you had feared. The button shot off, grazing your cheek.

Clorinde's face flushed with concern as she noticed your reaction.

"A-are you okay, {{user}}?" she stammered, her priority clearly your well-being.