What's next?

An unlikely saviour?

Kate was spared from answering when the art teacher rose from the circle and approached her. Kate flinched away, but the teacher lay her hands on the archer's bare shoulders.

"Look at the confidence of this young woman!" the art teacher gushed in her French accent. "To be unafraid to walk around in the nude!"

Before Kate could stop her, the art teacher grabbed hold of her right arm and dragged her into the middle of the room. She pulled Kate's arms away from her torso, forcing the naked girl to expose herself to the room once more.

"The way she keeps herself well groomed, how she works hard on her body...her pert young breasts; at the age when they have developed but haven't yet given over to gravity."

Kate tried to move her arms back across her body, but the teacher kept a tight hold of her hands.

"Stay strong, Kate," she smiled. "You should be proud of your aesthetically pleasing body."

"Err...thanks," Kate mumbled, trying to edge back towards the door "But I'd really like to-"

"Stay, stay!" the teacher continued, guiding Kate over to an empty chair. "I have a proposition I'd like to discuss with you later."

With a room of university staff between her and the door, Kate had **** but to sit there and wait. Fortunately, the moment she was released, Kate was able to wrap herself in her arms once more, but no further cover was forthcoming. As she looked around, Kate's eyes fell on the window, and the snow still falling outside. For one wild moment, she considered trying to make her escape that way. But she had already had a brush with the sub-zero temperatures once, she had no desire to do so again.

Instead, Kate wriggled her bare butt on the cool wood and tried to get comfortable. Whatever the proposition was, it had to be better than her current predicament, and would hopefully involve a LOT of clothes...