No, she's delayed.

Vivianne turned around and slowly minced her way toward the exit.

But before she could reach it, her attention was caught by an awe-inducing sight; she noticed lady Floranoff, sitting in the middle of the long table, elegantly and faultlessly attired in a magnificent black-red gown. She was much younger than Viv had expected - a young woman barely five years older than Vivianne herself! Every now and then, somebody of her suite came to her to fetch her something or to say a few words of admiration. Although all the people wore modern clothes, our blonde heroine felt like she'd somehow been sent back into the time when nobility was still a serious thing. How fascinating was that!

For a short moment, Vivianne forgot she's standing almost naked in a room full of people - the power of lady Floranoff's personality made her jaw drop. And that opulent black dress with blood-red piping! Viv would do almost anything to have something like that in her wardrobe.

Maybe she was gazing a little too long though, for all of a sudden the young noblewoman noticed her.

"Can you come over for a second, lovely girl?" she asked.

Vivianne must have looked really confused, because the countess smiled at her. "Yes, I was talking to you! Come here, don't be shy."

Moving slowly and with short steps to ensure her clothing will remain in proper position, Vivianne approached Lady Floranoff. "Your Ladyship," said she, trepidation fluttering in her gut. She could feel the eyes of dozens of people fixed on her. Viv wouldn't mind talking to this beautiful black-haired, black-eyed, olive-complexed noblewoman, in fact she'd be overjoyed she could meet such a radiant person, were the situation with her clothes a bit better, but taken into account she didn't have any bra or panties, the attention of all the gathered people made her quite uncomfortable.

"You really stand out, do you know that? That's because your dress is very short, young lady. Is it even a dress?" asked Lady Floranoff gently, but with a subtle hint of scorn. A tiny, disapproving winkle appeared between her eyebrows.

"Yes, ma'am, it is," blushed Vivianne.

The countess inquisitively clutched the hem of her top between her thumb and index finger. "I almost envy you. If I had taken on something like this, the tabloids would eat me alive. Every paparazzo in the country would try to take a picture of my undergarment. Panties, I mean. You wear those, don't you?"

"I - - why, yes, I do; yes, I do, ma'am!" stuttered Viv.

"Of course you do," smiled the countess, still holding the bottom end of the girl's top. With a single move of Lady Floranoff's hand could now expose everything, Vivianne's sweet small but round bottom as well as the secret garden of her moist crotch hair… and the underdressed blonde knew that.

Fortunately, the black-haired woman didn't do anything and drew her hand back.

Vivianne smiled rather constrainedly. Dozens of people were still watching them, although some of them lost interest in the conversation and went back to strolling around and chatting.

"But you're quite bold anyway," went on the lady, her features perfect, her top-knot dark hair just sublime. "The stripped knee-socks give you quite the naughty look, especially in contrast with those bare white thighs of yours. I'm confident all gentlemen in this room... and maybe even several ladies... are pretty enamored of your presence." She reached out her hand and tenderly palmed Vivianne's chest, accidentally stimulating her now-extremely-sensitive nipples. "Such a thin dress! I know I'm repeating myself, but... how audacious can you be?"

Vivianne was biting her lips intensively to suppress the strange excitement growing in her body, but she managed to win only partially. With her eyes closed to a slit, she produced a muted moan. Thankfully, it was silent enough and no one in the room seemed to notice, save for the countess. She must have heard something, as she gazed at Vivianne with a slightly confused expression on her flawless face.

"Oh? You were saying?" inquired the young noblewoman.

"Nothing," breathed Vivianne.