No, take a seat, just for a moment...

Vivianne went over to an armchair and sat down. "As soon as my head is clear, I'll find the skirt easily enough! It's probably lying next to one of the wax sculptures that have black clothes on them; and as my skirt is black too, I have simply overlooked it. Yup, that must be it. No big deal." She smiled.

While she was having these thoughts, Viv mindlessly stroked her bare thighs with her hand; it was a very pleasant feeling to show them off like this. The air in the room was pleasantly cool and the girl relished the sensation. She touched it again, softly and tenderly. "Hey, Nimue, you're so bold!" said the girl to herself and giggled. "And your skin is so delicate and smooth. You are a very loveable being..." With her forefinger she even dared to touch the inner side of her thighs, enjoying the silkiness of the normally hidden parts.

Suddenly, there were voices behind the door.

Vivianne jumped up and panicked; her boldness vanished instantly. Where's that damned skirt?! Now she needs it more than ever! But it was too late, the door was opening.

The blonde goth girl scuttled to the farthest corner of the room, staggering a bit, as she was still a bit tipsy. What should she do? She tugged the hem of her top back down to cover her thighs at least partially.

She checked her chest. The faint bumps of her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric now. "It's the cold air," Vivianne thought, crossing her hands over her breast to cover it. She couldn't see the waxworks' entrance from where she was standing because of all the sculptures, but she could hear the crowd of visitors pouring in.

She bit her lip. Her top was almost like a short dress... like a really short one. It would at least conceal her pink panties - but are all those people going to see her sweet, white thighs? She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks, again. Is there no way to escape the embarrassment?