Mary Andrea flees

Out of the corner of her eye, Mary Andrea noticed that someone had appeared next to her. Where had this person come from so suddenly and unnoticed? Her incipient panic was catapulted to new heights. Startled, she cupped her palms over her mouth to stifle a scream.

As she glanced back, intimidated, she recognized the young man from earlier. However, he was multiplied like in a kaleidoscope and looked at her balefully from six different directions. And that wasn't the worst thing about the apparition.

She recognized him by his facial features, still smiling mockingly, and by his haircut. But to Mary Andrea's utter horror, he wasn't wearing any more clothes. With the utmost willpower, she struggled to look him straight in the eye, but her gaze kept slipping downwards.

She swallowed and made chortling noises. No, she didn't actually want to see that. And yet his naked body exerted an irresistible fascination on her.

She had to get out of here!

She continued to search for an exit, feverishly feeling every corner and edge of her glass prison. There was a gap between the mirrors. She couldn't see anything with the naked eye because of the omnipresent reflections and confusing play of light, but her fingers undoubtedly reported a gap. It didn't seem particularly wide, but wide enough to allow her an escape.

The young nun pressed herself sideways against the narrow opening. The fact that she had to place herself between two specimens of the unclothed guy didn't make things any easier. Tormented, she pinched her eyes shut and squeezed through the crack. It was difficult and she had to squirm like a snake several times to avoid getting stuck.

At last she had passed the narrow passage when something pulled at her skirt. Aww, what was that? What was grabbing her? She didn't dare to open her eyes. Frightened out of her wits, she tore herself free.

Snap! A loud, tearing sound accompanied her headlong flight.

With arms outstretched protectively, she ran blindly away from the terrible trap until she bumped into a wall again and fell to her knees, whimpering.

While running so fast, she already had the nasty feeling that the draught was much colder than usual. However, she blamed this impression on the fact that she was moving so hastily. Now, of course, as she crouched on the ground, it was clearly getting cold from behind. Suspiciously, she felt around behind herself with her hands.

Oh. Something was missing. Or rather, she felt something that shouldn't actually be there. Namely her bare bottom.

How could that be? The only explanation was that her skirt had got caught in the bottleneck earlier and she had torn it in pieces with her clumsy action while trying to free herself.

OMG. That was not good.

Standing up, she gathered the fabric at the rear to close the hole as best she could, but realized immediately that she wasn't succeeding. She turned around in circles in a futile attempt to see her back.

She slapped her forehead with the flat of her hand as the realization dawned on her.

"You silly girl," she scolded herself, "there are plenty of mirrors here for you to look at yourself ..."

She sought out a corner where the walls were angled so that she could see her own reflection from behind.

"Whew."

She puffed out her cheeks in consternation and expelled the air loudly. From the waist down, her dress had disappeared. Her tight bottom and slender legs were out in the open, in a manner of speaking. For everyone to see. What was she supposed to do? She couldn't walk among people like this.

To make matters worse, the reflection of the unclothed man appeared again, ostensibly standing next to her and grinning maliciously. This time, however, she refused to let the illusion fool her. She steeled her resolve, gritted her teeth and glared at him defiantly. He reached out with one hand.

Smack!

"Ouch!"

The blow to her backside hit home. She shrieked piercingly in shock and pain and fled.