No, the guy with the vacuum cleaner is too close now, there is but to run.

Vivianne decided to let the panties go. There had to be something to use as a cover in the restroom; probably some towel. Sure, it's going to be a risk sprinting there completely naked - but then again, staying at the corner seat would mean the certainty of getting caught. And by a young man, nonetheless.

"Goodbye, panties!" said the naked goth girl said a shook her golden-haired hair. Then she covered her breast with one hand and her slick womanhood with the other. She had a bush of fair hair there, being no fan of shaving that part of the body. Now it dawned to her it might be another reason for her to be laughed at, and she sighed fretfully.

With three long steps, Viv carried herself just beyond the corner. About time, because in that very moment she could clearly hear the young man humming over the vacuum's low drone. Suddenly, he stopped and turned off the machine. "What's that?" Vivianne caught his words. "Oh my - someone's panties!" Then there was a clacking metallic sound of some mechanism, probably loosening the trap. The nude girl frowned to herself - how did he do that?

"Oh my! Oh my!" the cleaner boy exclaimed. There was no doubt in Vivianne's mind about what had just happened. He must have found out that the panties are quite wet at that certain spot; and now he's thinking there is some turned-on exhibitionist girl nearby. That was naturally a false assumption - Vivianne was maybe a bit aroused, that would she admit, but by no means did she have an enchant for indecent exposure. She was just a very unlucky young lady.