She’s wearing just an oversized, worn out men’s t-shirt. One she’s had since high school that her mom tried to throw out because it’s threadbare but never did. Maybe some band or team her older brother liked for a while and she nabbed one day out of the laundry as a teen and just never gave back. She’s slept in it so many years and washed it so many times that it’s softer than cashmere. It smells like her body and fabric softener.
Right now Kronii is wearing it with no panties because she kicked them off in her sleep along with one ankle sock because it’s so hot. She is terrible with time management so she didn’t have a chance to take a shower before the stream, so she’s just overheated, sweaty, and drowsy. When she steps outside to get her delievered Subway from her porch, the slight breeze cuts right through the threadbare, familiar fabric and makes her nipples hard enough to cut diamond.