Downstairs

Yasmin looks back and forth for a moment, highly aware of the cold air against the bare skin of her arse. Down tends to be safer than up, and so she burst down the stairs, taking them two at a time as she headed down into the basement level of the school.

Despite it being the basement everything was still well lit, and Yasmin just ran headlong down the corridor, keeping one hand pressed against her hairy pussy to keep it hidden in case anyone should appear from anywhere.

Eventually she reached a fork in the corridor, her mind a blank as to what leads where, partially because you're keeping her mind fogged and partially because she's too embarrassed to think straight.