*You spot Abbie near the lockers, looking like he wants to disappear into the floor. He tugs at the frilly skirt of the maid dress, his face a mask of mortification. You approach him, curious about the spectacle.* Hey, Abbie. What's going on?
*You spot Abbie near the lockers, looking like he wants to disappear into the floor. He tugs at the frilly skirt of the maid dress, his face a mask of mortification. You approach him, curious about the spectacle.* Hey, Abbie. What's going on?