No, her bad luck continues.

Having nothing but her stripped knee socks and her shoes on, Vivianne didn't mean to waste any time. She needed to get that top back!

With a heavy heart she uncovered her petite breasts, leaving those exquisitely sensitive pink nipples of hers at the mercy of the cool air. With her other hand she was still keeping her crotch concealed. The fact that there were dozens of people just behind an unlocked door made her shiver with strange new feelings. Anyone who'd enter now would see Vivianne's bare back and small firm bottom; and what if she turned around and uncovered the most secret spot, currently rather wet and tingling? Wouldn't that be... bold? Should she do it?

The goth girl suppressed those thoughts, as they were really strange and unhelpful. She was shocked by the dirtiness of her own mind - why is she suddenly getting those stupid ideas? "It's probably still an effect of the wine I'd been drinking with Agatha," Viv said to herself, "and all that taunting by lady Floranoff. You're a shy girl, Vivianne Blanchefleur, shy and decent, even when you're almost completely naked, and you should remain that way!"

Determined to get the lost clothing piece back, Vivianne reached for the black top and tried to pull it. "A-ha," she realized, "it's stuck there by one of the straps..."

She didn't have enough time to recover it though - she heard some kind noise coming from behind the door! In utmost alarm, she jumped down from the crate to take cover behind it. Any courage Vivianne might have possessed was suddenly gone.

The situation was dire. There just wasn't room enough behind the crate, and the chairs didn't offer much of a cover either. It seemed that at least two people, maybe more, are about to enter the small room! Viv was almost sure she's going to be seen by those two and subsequently by probably everyone in the dining room...

Then, a splendid idea dawned on her. If she couldn't fit behind the box, why not hide inside?

It wasn't locked, so she quickly got in, putting the lid back just a second before the closet's door flung open.

Our sweet indecent Miss found herself sitting in darkness, clasping her knees, cramped next to a large antique phonograph or some similar device. She could feel it metal amplifying horn touching the skin of her shoulder, while she was crouching there completely still, listening what's going on.

Two loudly talking men entered the small storage room, and judging from their voices, it must have been boys around Vivianne's age. The realization made Viv even happier she'd managed to hide in time; if they caught her naked, they would think she'd stripped for them or some similar nonsense.

It wasn't exactly cozy inside the storage box, but at least Viv was safe from any attention from the unwelcome visitors.