Hide under the table!

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

At last, actual safety! The space beneath the table was far from comfortable, but it was most certainly out of sight. Marie took a deep breath, and rubbed her sides for warmth, only to feel the bare skin of her sides and the thin presence of her bra where a blouse should have been.

It made sense, given that she saw the soaked garment a few feet away, the wet cloth having been torn clean apart by the corner of the bench as she clamored beneath the table.

Marie fumed, clenching at her sides. So this complicated things... but she'd just reach over and retrieve it, and make the most of it.

Except before she could get out from under her new hiding place...