You often found yourself volunteering your extra free time to help Porcoline with his restaurant. Margaret had assured you that she had the dining hall under control, so you decided to tend to the plants that decorated the outside of the building. Without anything else to do, Dylas had followed and started to sweep the pathway in front of the restaurant.
“Beautiful spring day! Don’t think you think, Dylas?” you chirped cheerfully.
“I guess so,” he replied.
You smiled and hummed as you leaned down to pick out a few dead leaves from one of the potted plants. Just as you were about to lean back up, a strong gust of wind suddenly blew through the area, and your skirt flipped up and over your stomach, revealing your bottom half to the world.
“AHH!” you shrieked.
“Ahahaha! (First Name), you naughty girl, you! Only bad girls don’t wear panties!” Pico said from behind you.
You whipped around as you fumbled to fix your skirt. Pico, who looked rather proud of herself, was hiding behind a somewhat flustered Dolce.
“Pico’s Gust of Shame strikes again!”
“I’m going to kill you, Pico!”
“Too late! Already dead!”
Before you could move to make a failed attempt to strangle Pico, the sound of something wooden hitting the ground stopped you. Startled, you turned to see Dylas frozen in place, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights. His face was so red, he looked as though he was going to explode at any moment.
“Looks like Dylas caught a glimpse of your big ol’ booty!” Pico cackled.
You were never going to hear the end of it.