Find something to wear

Leanne couldn’t keep walking the halls so exposed. If anyone saw her then no amount of excuses would be able to explain her state. She was growing more **** to get out of Rosefield Manor but that would have to wait. She could hardly leave naked.

Once she had something to wear she could find someone to help her. If it wasn’t already too late by then. Whilst she wasn’t sure if it was the best idea, maybe finding Abbie, the girl from earlier, would be her best bet. That would be an interesting meeting after everything that had happened.

With no useful in the room she was in, Leanne stepped cautiously into the corridor. Walking around naked was beginning to feel almost natural by now and, although she didn’t want to meet another person. Suddenly she heard a strange noise that made her stop. Listening carefully the only sound was her heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat. Then she heard it again. A kind of metallic clanking noise. A creaking. Almost a cry. It could have just been the old heating system struggling to activate. The pipes working hard as they came to life.

Whatever it was the sound had soon gone again and Leanne was once more surrounded by an eerie silence. She continued on her route, but as she rounded the next corner she spotted a figure up ahead.

It was the guy in the creepy clown costume from earlier. She stared at him silently, noticing just how disturbing the whole outfit was. Everything from the slightly tattered clothes to the dark stains and even the hideous mask with the sinister grin. ‘Wait! The mask!’ Leanne suddenly realised if she could see the face then he was facing her direction and could likely see her too. And that meant everything from her pert, naked tits to her tight, shaven pussy.

She ducked back around the corner and held her breath. The clown had been some distance away. Maybe he hadn’t seen her. She plucked up enough courage to check. However, the figure was still there facing her direction. He hadn’t moved but surely he’d seen her.

Leanne backed away again. She began to panic as she leant against the wall. Her tight bare rear pressed against the cool surface. She wondered what to do. What if was coming for her? What would he do if he caught her? Should she run? Her need to know soon got the better of her and she peered around the corner once more.

The hallway was empty. The clown gone and no sign of another person. With some trepidation Leanne crept out, easing further along as she listened carefully for any sounds. Once she reached the area where the clown had been she looked around her. She was at the end of the corridor with no sign of where he’d gone.

Then a door creaked open at her side, causing Leanne to jump as she shrieked in surprise. She peered inside the open door anxiously, wondering if the sinister clown was lurking inside. However there was no one there. Instead she saw a blue dress which she immediately grabbed and slid on to cover up her naked young body. Looking around her nervously as she did so in case anyone was watching her.

The dress hung off her shoulders and showed a tantalising amount of cleavage. It reached her knees, so covered a lot of her previously exposed flesh. Although she still felt a little naughty walking around with nothing underneath. A pair of matching blue high heels were also in the closet and she slipped them on too. The bottom of the dress was quite flowy and she twirled it around as she admired new outfit.

Now she was finally covered Leanne had to decide where to go next. She looked around. The corridor was empty and eerily still.