<div class="floatright">(http://cdn3-www.craveonline.com/assets/uploads/gallery/holliday-grainger-mandatory/thumbs/thumbs_23.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rebecca Davis / Red Riding Hood<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Arriving<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tan dress, black heels, white stockings, and a rather large bag<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Goldi, Hannah, Gregg, open<br/><strong>Extra Information:</strong>Very friendly folks<br/><hr/><br/>Well, she hadn't been made fun of yet, nor had she been told to move. If anything, it seemed Gilda was almost happy to have her so close! She smiled at that, and set down her bag, her phone coming out to be checked. Knowing her parents would want a check in, Becca was rather quick to fire off a message.<br/><br/><em>I'm here. Class is starting, no word on how long. Love you!</em><br/><br/>Clicking off the smartphone, she dropped it in her lap, unaware of what mischief was about to ensue. Bright blue eyes were drawn to the ruckus of the purse-spill, and Becca couldn't help but smile as so many people rose up to help. She totally missed Gilda leaning over Gregg's back to do...whatever. It was purely out of curiosity...that's what she told herself...that she glanced for the briefest moment at the blondes backside. However, just as quickly, she turned away...especially when Gilda sat up straight again.<br/><br/>Her phone wasn't expected to go off...and when it did, wig a deep vibration right along the insides of her thighs, Becca couldn't help but jump, letting out a tiny squeak. Immediately she fumbled with the phone, clicking on it to turn it off. Still, cheeks had flared a bright red, and Becca was a bit embarrassed at the fact that her phone vibrated so powerfully, right near much more sensitive parts. She swallowed hard, and glanced around, before slipping her hands over her phone in an attempt to control it. The professor had been stern about no phones, and Becca didn't want to anger him.<br/><br/>Even if the fact it had felt a bit more good than it should have was making itself apparent by a tiny stiffening of pink nubs beneath the front of her dress. Any question on whether Becca had worn a bra or not were now firmly answered.