Clara was more aptly dressed like a nun, with notable exceptions. Even though her feathers were black, as was the uniform, those wings were hard to ignore.
However, the jacket was never meant to serve as a complete second layer. It was meant to be worn with the shirt. Instead, she just had a corset, which left a lot less to the imagination.
Clara had forgotten that detail because she had not worn the uniform in over a century. Otherwise I would have prioritised that shirt.
While showing off skin, she was covered where it mattered. That did not stop many of the male acolytes from focusing on the two mounds of flesh pressed against her chest. Corsets do wonders for the bust.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
