More water poured in from above her.

(chapter originally by doragom333 on writing.com)

"Pwah! What the-?" Marie gasped.

It was no good, the storm had gotten worse and the wind was just too strong to stay safe under the table. Even though the table was solid above her, the wind had angled the rain so much that the table was no longer effective. Raindrops were coming in fast and hard, soaking the last few dry parts of her body. Was nowhere safe out here!? Marie shook the water from her face and tried again to reach for her torn blouse, but the wind blew it away just inches from her fingertips.

"No! Come on!" Marie yelled, scrambling, half crawling, half running, from her hiding place to chase the flying fabric, but came up short as she reached the roof's edge, her blouse whisked away for good into the distance.

Marie just stood there in shock, barely feeling the rain as it soaked through what was left of her attire, chilling her body to its core. Tilting her head back, she let out a great, ferocious yell, channeling all her rage and frustration into that single shout. That shout was soon swallowed by the storm, leaving only the sounds of pattering rain and rumbling thunder in the area.

Marie had to face facts: the weather wasn't letting up at all. If she continued to wait it out up here she would freeze to **** and then be found like this, wearing nothing but soaked-through underwear, a couple of useless sleeve gloves, her bag, her belt, and her hat-

*FWIP*

Okay, just the useless bag, belt, gloves, and underwear, she noted, as her hat sailed off to join her blouse. How had her hat stayed on until now in this storm? Anyways, that wasn't important now. What mattered was that she was as good as naked already and if she continued to sit there and hide, she would soon be adding numb, chilled, diseased, and dead to the list. She needed to get to actual shelter and warmth, now! Readying herself, she pushed through the wind to the Junes entrance, reached for the door handle, looked down, and saw her breasts, their curves and nipples clearly outlined and visible through the soaked material of her bra.

Marie immediately turned away from the door, and planted herself along the adjoining wall. "Why did I have to wear white today!? STUPID STUPID ARGH!" she shouted. She assumed that her panties, being the same color and material as her bra, were likely in a similar state as well. And with all those people inside taking shelter... Was her only choice one between physical **** and social ****?

As Marie shivered and struggled to make up her mind, her gaze fell on the corner of the rooftop, specifically a metal gate and ladder. It looked like... it was! An emergency exit! It would be risky and would involve braving the storm some more, but she may be able to find another place to take shelter, find some warmth, and, if it still came down to the worst case scenario, at least expose herself to less people. But was it worth the risk?