It Takes Two To Tango (Ayesha and Anne)

Bright blue eyes stared at her sleeve, now detached and in Aye's hand, and then down at her now bare arm. For a moment she was silent, in a mixture of surprise and confusion. Did that just happen? How did that just happen? Why?! Her attention lifted to the remorseful face of her student. The gerbil wheel that drove her brain spun quickly to try computing what happened and how to respond to it. Torn clothing, flirt? No, probably not. Tear off the other sleeve to match? No, she wasn't exactly a torn-off-sleeves kinda girl.

Too much time passed and the blonde laughed, "Was too fancy for me anyhow. Made me look like I was about to duel a viscount for your honor." With that she would take hold of both lapels and with a flex of her not exactly bulging muscles she tore the blouse open only to toss it aside with a clatter of lost buttons. Left in a modest undershirt, and apparently no bra, she offered her hands out to Aye once again. "There. Ready to try again?" Sometimes it helped to have no sense of decency.

Ayeshas face was left agape her mouth slightly open and her eyes looking down at Anne's *daring* sense (at least in Ayeshas brain) of fashion and not giving a shit. It was so, bold! She legit couldn't imagine herself doing that at all. Even the thought of just ripping her clothes off was something she couldn't imagine, she paid for it after all, one should be careful with their belongings.

Nonetheless she slapped her own face, knocking herself back into reality as she took Anne's hand again, this time another steeled look on her face. "I'm ready! I... I'll get you a new blouse." her face turned into a squeaky chipmunk on that part.