Nothing. If she keeps still, the boys may still not notice. And there's hope Miss Rossetti would not tell.

Vivianne knew she mustn't move, so she just stared desperately and pleadingly into the hotel manager's eyes. Miss Evangeline reacted with slight smile. She went on with her lecture, telling the boys about those two walnut trees and those people that had hanged themselves from them.

But at the same time, she shamelessly gazed upon Vivianne and her sweet young nudity. The trapped girl was afraid to move, so she couldn't cover her intimate parts - neither the stiff nipples aching to be caressed, nor the wet womanhood, only partially concealed by a bush of fair hair - the girl's secret bottom lips, yearning for a kiss.

Vivianne's face burned with humiliation; and simultaneously, she was leaking with pleasure. The fact she was being seen - - that she was being examined by Miss Rossetti's gaze - - made her almost faint.

"I am completely naked and can't cover myself!" Viv repeated that in her head over and over again. "I am naked and helpless and left to the mercy of that good-looking woman I actually know nothing about..."

She looked at the hotel manager and tried to silently mouth sentences such as "go away" and "lead them away", but the elegant brunette just smiled back. Then she said: "Well, guys, I have kept you here, because the fountain is working regularly for five minutes on the hour. And it's a sight to see. "And it is starting- " she consulted her wristwatch, " - right now."

Suddenly, Vivianne felt the jets of water striking her soles, her calves and her pussy. She almost cried with surprise.