Airi only rolled her eyes at Victor's words, she wasn't going to debate him on the subject of whether or not her dream had something to do with her view of him, because he was right, it totally did and debating it would only lead to dangerous territory, to an examination of her feelings; something Airi had managed somehow to avoid all night (thank merlin). She watched with relief as the boy leaned back in his chair, the feeling lasted all of two seconds, because quite suddenly Airi was aware of a chill around her hips.

Her dark eyes widened, and Airi looked down hastily to to see to her horror that Cavendish had taken her skirt, leaving the girl in only her matching, lacy undies and bra. Not only was she now nearly bear in front of the object of her affections, but now it would be obvious that she had lied. She felt like she couldn't breath, like her chest was collapsing in on itself.

In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Nope, it wasn't working, she was still freaking out, and now she was hyperventilating, damn it, damn it, damn it. This was literally the girl's worst nightmare, and she couldn't believe it was happening to her. Be calm Airlia, be calm, relax.

This was the actual worst, and as Airi slowly looked up, she tried her best not to show her mortification, but it was impossibly evident from the blush on her cheeks and the nervous way she clung to the table. "Um... I uh... W-why don't you go check the door," Airi said, trying to sound casual. She was silently praying that the door had opened while neither of them where paying any attention and that she would be able to get out of the cursed office before Victor could notice something amiss.