She devises a cunning plan… or maybe not so cunning.

"Perhaps I could stain myself a little with wine," Vivianne thought. "Then I could just say I need to change and leave. That way it won't be seen by the countess and her suite as insolence."

Lady Floranoff was just asking about Viv's plans for the summer, when the girl put her plan into motion. But, alas, it didn't go well. The fair-haired girl, maybe a little clumsy because she'd been drinking before, tilted the tray a little too much, and instead of splashing just a few drops, one of the full glasses flipped over and fell directly on her chest, pouring its content all over.

"Oh, Goddess!" she cried in displeasure at her own gawkiness.

Viv got more than she bargained for; the red wine was spilled over the whole upper part of her top. It was completely soaking, and she could even feel the sticky liquid on her skin beneath the cloth. Her top was now clinging to every little curve of her small tits, with her hard, perky nipples standing out even more than before.

Vivianne put the tray on the long table and immediately covered the two sweet mounds of her bosom, her face now redder than the wine that she'd accidentally poured on herself.

"That's a bad luck indeed," said the countess. "I presume you are have to changes your clothes now?"

At least she can leave now without offending her! Vivianne looked lady Floranoff in the eye. "That's right ma'am. If you'd excuse me?"

"Oh, by all means! I'm curious what you're going to wear next... if anything at all," smiled the noblewoman. "Sorry, that was a crude joke; but I meant it as a compliment to your boldness. Goodbye - for now!"

The joke made Viv feel more embarrassed than she'd thought she could be. "Thank you, Your Ladyship! I hope we meet again soon, under better circumstances," said Viv and did a curtsy, both her hands crossed over her breast to cover the awkward wine stain.

Happy that she at least partially maintained her dignity, the petite blonde girl scuttled to a door and hastily left the room. She could hear some of the people in the dining room laughing silently. Idiots!

She thought she would get back to the hallway, but to her surprise she realized that was not the case. She must have gone the wrong way and somehow ended up in a scant room, or more like a closet. There was nothing there, just some chairs, a large wooden box and a small window; dim light from outside was coming in through a pane of dirty glass.

She turned to head back... but suddenly she felt she couldn't go back to the dining room full of gazing men and women. Moreover, the wine dripped down, as she was walking, and she now had it on her belly and even in her crotch. The top was sticking to her body even down there now, and Viv felt it was hardly better than being completely naked.