Mind your manors

As Tory ran, she remembered something. Nearby was an old abandoned mansion. The solution to her nudity problem could be found there. While it’s true that the building has been unoccupied for the past seventy years, she might be able to salvage something that could at least substitute clothing. And if nothing else, she could wait in there till nighttime when there are less people out on the street.

“It’s not like there’s another option, is there, Flipper?” She looked down at the dolphin, clinging it tightly to her body.

Lory stared at the infamous mansion when she arrived. Boarded up windows, walls overrun by plants, the wood of the walls suffering from decay.

“Yep, straight out off a horror movie.” Sighed Tory. She tried pushing and pulling the front door: no luck.

“Should’ve figured.” She looked around the building, and saw a single window that wasn’t boarded up.

On the third floor.

“Yep. Just, my, luck!” Groaned Tory. She noticed a lattice leading up to the rather small window. “Guess this is where we part our ways, buddy.” She couldn’t bring the plushy with her if she were to climb up the building.

“Don’t look down, don’t look down, don’t look down!” She kept chanting to herself.

“Crap, looked down.” The sight of the height paralyzed her, until…

“Sirens! She really did call the police!” This was bad! She could get arrested, lose her scholarship, and be expelled. All her hard work, gone. Her parents, no, her whole family would kill her!

She climbed up as fast as she could, and wiggled her way into the small window. Her ass almost got stuck, but she made it.