Go find that restroom without any further delay, girl!

Judging by the footsteps, Vivianne found out that the young man is coming her way and she turned to run again, not unlike an antelope startled by a lion's roar. Her left hand was stretched across both of her small round tits, covering the hardened nipples; with her right hand she covered her most intimate place, hot, moist and hairy.

After a few seconds of running along the passageway she rushed into a small room with several doors; most of them were probably storerooms, but on one of the doors she saw the two desired letters: WC.

Because there were more voice approaching from another hallway, she didn't wait a second, opened the restroom door and slipped inside.

The lavatory's interior was a disappointment though. This was a remote, not often visited part of the house, and due to that the toilet didn't look exactly representative. It was clean enough, sure, but other than a black porcelain toilet with golden (and that was something Vivianne could really appreciate, were circumstances better) there wasn't much to be seen. A small window under the ceiling, a round wash-basin, a toilet brush… and a hot-air hand drier. They couldn't just stick with good old towels, could they?

For a second Vivianne considered wrapping herself in toilet paper and pretending she's a mummy, but... that wouldn't work. It would surely unwrap quickly, and there wasn't that much paper anyway.

CLICK! CLICK! Viv's heart almost stopped, when she heard the door handle rattling. Thank Goddess she didn't forget to lock! "Hey! Is anyone inside?" shouted a manly voice.