Not yet, Vivianne doesn't have any choice but to follow the man.

Vivianne bit her lip and went along with the hotel steward, until they entered the dining room. There was at least thirty individuals, men and women, gathered at a long table or just strolling around, sipping their drinks and chatting.

The mustached staff member handed Viv a heavy silver tray with a dozen of full wine glasses on it. "Here, take this, walk around and offer a glass to everyone who doesn't have one," he said and hurried off, presumably to get hold of more hotel staff to meet every possible demand the new guests could have.

The goth girl was tempted to drop everything and flee, but, being a good girl, she did as told and started walking among the people. She took take every step slowly and cautiously, fearing that any rapid movement could lead to the hem of her top rolling up, exposing her most intimate parts. What was worse, Vivianne could not hold her extremely short clothing in place, because was holding the heavy tray with both hands.

People were taking wine from her, thanking her and smiling at her. She sheepishly smiled back. What would they think if she made one wrong step, the bottom edge of her top went a few inches up, and they suddenly saw her hairy crotch?

Well, Viv was pretty sure about the reactions - they would whistle and laugh and joke about her womanhood! "A nice sweet pussy you have down there, Miss!" the more insolent of them would say. "And how wet it is! Wow! Have you been masturbating secretly, or are you just horny because you're showing yourself off?" Vivianne would die of embarrassment if she heard something like that.

They could even notice her hard nipples, as the fabric of the top was really, really thin. "But Miss, it's not only your shameless slicky pubic hair. Even the nipples are giving your arousal away. They look like they're made of stone! Can I touch them, Miss?" Now, that would be terrible! Could she explain to them that her nipples are hard just because they're irritated by the rough material of her top? No, of course not.

Viv dreaded at these thoughts... but at the same time the warm, wet tingling she felt between her thighs was not going away. She looked around. It seemed to her that all those people in the room are looking at her - and they know what's crossing her mind and are amused by it! The embarrassed blonde couldn't bear it anymore and finally decided to put away the tray and leave the room as soon as possible.