Hot, spicy, chili!

While Charlotte had been distracting Nancy, Claudine dumped the entire bowl of too-hot (both temperature- and spice-wise) in the back of her pants. Worse yet, it was inside her shaping garments, the hot, acidic concoction she made for revenge against Charlotte burning her own backside! Charlotte smiled as she saw the heat register on Nancy's face, and her momentary realization of what must have happened. Then Claudine tugged the shaping panties up tighter against her beleaguered backside.

Nancy found herself running again. She'd have to drop her panties to get the offending Mexican cuisine out of them. But she didn't want anyone to see her backside. "Hot, hot, hooooot!" she was crying, her hands instinctively reaching to her backside as she ran. This didn't help her in her goal of going unnoticed. She found most of her routes of escape terribly cut off. The crowds, locked doors, and the like narrowed her escape to two possibilities.

She could jump in the pool, clothes on. But it would make her tank top see-through, and she'd still have to deal with the issue of getting the chili out of her panties, but it least it might cool the pain.

Or, there was an open window on the ground floor at the back of the house. She could climb on a ceramic planter to get access, then perhaps take care of her panty problem in privacy.