Her underwear falling off completely

(chapter originally by Teraton on writing.com)

Toriumi stretched and reached as much as she could, but there was no way for her hands to get all the way down to her thighs, not pinned under the window as she was. What's worse, her attempts caused her to shimmy her hips and swing her legs, the already precariously clinging undergarment sliding lower and lower the more she moved. Eventually, she realized her mistake, but by then her underwear was already around one ankle. As she froze, terrified of lowering them any further, they finally fell off her foot, landing with a softly metallic thud onto the lid of the trashcan below.

Toriumi stayed frozen, wincing as she heard the garment's unfortunate landing. At this point, she was more tired than anything, but the idea of anyone walking into the alley and seeing her made her fold her legs, feet positioned to hopefully block any hypothetical person's view. She was getting **** now, **** not to be seen and **** to get out of her predicament and back into her apartment. She'd wasted too much time and now, too much cover, trying to do anything, and now she'd have to make a better effort to fix things.

Of course, there was no way her plan wouldn't be at least a little bit uncomfortable...