The Victorian skirt!

The temptation was too strong. Vivianne just had to see if the black laced skirt would suit her!

She untied her own long skirt, let it fall down to the floor and kicked it away with her foot. Her lovely panties were visible for a second; Viv laughed nervously and tugged down the hem of her spaghetti-strapped top. Even though the exhibition room was empty, prancing around with the most private part of her underwear exposed would be too much for the shy girl. Fortunately, her top was quite long, almost mid-thighs, when she pulled it down - even though it kept slowly shifting back up.

Vivianne went over to the wax noblewoman and carefully removed the Victorian skirt. "Don't worry," said the blonde to the mannequin jokingly. "I will borrow it for a just a moment and then give it back, I promise!" Giggling, she drew it on.

The skirt, however, turned out a disappointment. It just didn't fit, being too long, too loose around the waist, too tight around the thighs, and while ravishing and beautifully adorned, it was too different in style from the rest of Viv's clothing.

Disgruntled, she took it off. Then she placed it back on the wax statue and started looking for her original skirt. Where did she leave it? "I must be here," Vivianne thought, "or was it between those two wax statues over there. Oh, no, it wasn't..." She removed her hat and scratched her adorable short hair, looking completely lost and innocent in that moment.

"Perhaps I should wait to sober up a little," she smiled at her own clumsiness.