A pail of soapy water from an above shelf came down, spilling all over her.

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

The first thing Chihiro heard was the dull thud of metal against wood, followed shortly by the splash of water. The source of the noise was made apparent as Chihiro suddenly found herself drenched in lukewarm soapy water. Everything happened so fast that Chihiro didn't have time to ready herself, finding her eyes stinging as the soapy water washed over them, coughing as she inadvertently inhaled a bit of the liquid as well.

Half blind and coughing up a storm, Chihiro stumbled out of the maintenance closet, trying to regain her senses. The shy council treasurer was glad that the hallway had at least emptied out before this latest problem befell her. If her towel had been embarrassing before, she didn't know how she'd describe it now. While her eyes were still trying to blink out the last of the stinging soap, she could feel the difference between the towel when it was dry and its current wet state. Now that it was soaked, the soft towel clung tightly to Chihiro's form, accenting every curve of her feminine physique. At least the towel had hung somewhat like a curtain when it was dry. Now that it was wet, even less was left to the imagination.

"Who -cough- puts a bucket of water on a -cough cough- shelf like that?!" Chihiro said to herself.

Chihiro didn't get to ponder this mystery for too long, however, as she took another step away from the closet and-