It'll be a tight squeeze.

Zenith looked around at her surroundings, hoping a solution would be obvious. The alley was small and dark, hammering home how few options she had for escape. The otherwise calm and collected lady was beginning to panic, the possibility of being captured by the Cuties and facing their religious fervor (as well as the sudden chilly breeze hitting her rear) sending shivers down her spine. As she scampered down the alleyway, unconsciously bringing her arms up to cover her breasts, she quickly found herself at a dead end. Shit.

"She went that way." Zenith turned around to see the silhouette of one of the nuns framed in the alley entrance. Cretia's voice echoed in the distance, audible but quiet enough that Zenith could tell she wasn't addressing her. "It's a dead end down there; she's not getting out of there."

"Then send out your magical rope... thing, and let's get on with it."

Zenith's eyes widened at the familiar golden light flaring up on the nun's arm as a coil of translucent rope appeared in front of her. She just hoped that they couldn't see her in the darkness. The twisted tentacle started slinking into the darkness, sniffing her out like a serpent on the prowl. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as Zenith saw the light start to illuminate her skin. They'd spot her any second now!

However, the light was brightening the rest of the small corner as well, and Zenith noticed something that made her take a second look. Behind an old broken crate, invisible in the darkness, was a small crevice between two buildings, a little hole that was barely big enough for a Bilgecat to fit in, much less an average person. As thin as the maid was, fitting inside would still be a tough task. But it was possible, for her at least.

Zenith only registered it for a few seconds while she calculated the risks of making a break down that tunnel. It was a gamble, but a safer one than being caught or charging back through where she came from, and if she made it in, the ladies of the cloth would be far behind her.

It was an easy choice. As the glowing light peeked over the crate serving as her cover, Zenith vaulted over it and dove into the small hole in the wall. Her pursuers, who had tiptoed into the alleyway after her, yelped in surprise and fell onto their butts. Zenith had a small window where she could take advantage of their shock, so she shimmied into the crevice, her tiny butt squeezing into the crack and following the rest of her body into her new hidey-hole. She crawled forward, ignoring the rough stone on her sensitive skin and the feelings of unexplained bliss following the sensation. Maybe this exhibitionism thing had more perks than she realized.

As her eyes brightened at the sight of light at the end of her tunnel, Zenith felt a slight tug on her ankle. Turning around as much as she could in the enclosed space, the escapee saw the golden rope was wrapped around her foot and was trying to pull her back to the Cuties. Cretia and Horatia's panicked yelling could be heard from the other end of the rope. "Pull harder! She's getting away!"

Zenith grabbed the rope and tried to untie it from her ankle but found herself sliding quickly backward when she did. Gripping the sides of the hole and digging in her toes, the limber lass momentarily regretted her lack of muscle as she struggled not to lose any ground. The women behind her were yanking and tugging at the cord frantically, and Zenith could hear what sounded like arguing from behind her. "Give it to me! You're not pulling hard enough!" Horatia's screeching rang in the maid's ears, and she gave one strong yank on the rope.

Strangely, after everything else that already happened, this was what got Zenith angry. With a grunt of effort, the nude beauty pulled her body forward and jerked her leg towards her stomach. And while she couldn't look over her shoulder to confirm, the three sounds that followed told Zenith everything she needed to know.

SLAM

RRRIIIPPP

"AAAIIIIIYYYY!"

The rope tied to her ankle went slack, and Zenith hurriedly crawled forward, away from her chasers. She didn't look back, but she couldn't hold back her grin when she heard Horatia scream, "Don't look at me! I've forsaken my body! Quick, cover my shame, sister! Now!"

As she reached the end of her small cave and the night air hit her skin, Zenith let out a sigh of relief. She got to her feet, flexing her toes after sticking them in the silt to stop her pursuit, and looked around to see where she was. As it turned out, she couldn't have breached in a better place, for right in front of her were a pair of magic lampposts flanking an extravagant cherry-red gate. This was the most unmistakable front gate in town, perfectly gaudy for the mayor's manor.

She chuckled to herself; despite her harrowing journey, this had been the most fun walk home she'd ever had. Those two naked nobles had sure made things interesting after just a day in town. As she leaped through a gap in the gate, the metal brushing against her skin and sending shivers across her body, Zenith was already planning her next streak. Hopefully, next time, she'd have someone to join her in the fun.