Regrettably for her, she is.

Vivianne made sure the end of her top is tugged down and her delicate parts are securely covered with cloth, albeit thin and short; she had to be extra careful now, with both her skirt and her panties off.

When the goth girl was ready, she opened the bathroom door - and slowly and cautiously peered out.

The corridor seemed quiet. Mustering all her courage, Viv even dared to take a step outside. She was swearing at herself in her mind, but it felt strangely joyful and exciting at the same time. And there was that pleasant tingling down there. She giggled playfully. What if someone turned up and confronted her?

All of a sudden, the if was not an if anymore - there were footsteps and there was panting. A tall mustached man in his forties, wearing the Haunted Mansion's black manservant uniform, was hurrying from around the corner. When she spotted Vivianne, he seemed rejoiced. "Hey!" he said, approaching her.

It all happened too quickly for the girl to retreat.

"Umm... hi?" blushed Viv. The fact she wasn't wearing any underwear made her feel extremely embarrassed now; she seriously regretted the decision to look out of the bathroom.

"Do you work here, or are you one of the guests?" the man asked.

"I work here, I guess," said the bashful blonde, her face red and her eyes downcast. "But I haven't really started yet..."

"That's great. Well, I'm really sorry to bother you, Miss, and I wouldn't if this wasn't an emergency... but we really need every hand we can get. Can you come with me, please?"

Vivianne held one arm in front of her chest, with the second she made sure the hem of her top is in place. "Ummm, well, sir, there's a..." she stuttered. "I mean... I probably..."

She was cut short by the man. "That's perfect, young lady! I'm so glad you're available! It's really an emergency. Could you imagine Countess Floranoff with her suite arrived a day earlier than planned?!" he said, speaking with a machine-gun cadence. "They are now all assembled in the dining room and expect to be served; and we're critically short of waiters! Come, we haven't much time!"

With those she grasped her arm and started to lead her down the corridor. "Please, Miss, we shouldn't linger!"

"Sir, I..." started, as they were walking. How would she explain her situation to him? Sir, you probably think I'm wearing a very short dress, but it's just a top? Sir, I don't have my panties on, can I just go back to the restroom, please? Sir, please, I am very shy? No. Vivianne just couldn't bring herself to utter any of those words.

And she was being led to a dining room full of people!