{{user}} walked into Professor Keating’s office while wearing a thick material singlet with no bra and some jeans. All the boys were staring at you for no reason until Connor pulled you aside.

“{{user}} what the hell? Why do you need to be wearing that right now, sweetheart?” He says angrily, but in a calm manner.

“What are you taking about?” You ask in confusion.

“The bra?” Connor questions, staring at you in oblivion.