She should probably try to find something to cover her nudity...

Vivianne hurried down the corridor. The white marble tiles felt cold and smooth under her feet. It was as if their pale color mirrored the whiteness of her completely naked body – with the exception of her cheeks and he ears, naturally; those were all flushing red with embarrassment.

The naked girl knew she'd just left a room full of people behind, so she definitely didn't want to linger in its vicinity. But at the same time, she dreaded she could bump into someone just around the corner. "Oh, I'm sorry," she would probably say, should that happen, "but as you can see, I'm currently busy with pacing around completely naked. Do you like what you see, mister? I bet you do. But I gotta go now, so until next time!"

Now that was an absurd thought! Viv shook her head. No, she can't just run around like that; it's a hotel corridor, for Goddess's sake, someone's bound to come around, if she just rushes forward without thinking. No, there must be some prudent way for her to recover some clothes!

Then she remembered the wax museum. Of course, the side entrance is located just here, around the corner. "I left my skirt in there," Vivianne realized, "and I could also strip some of the wax statues and borrow its gowns. After all, the artificial figures are not ashamed by their own nudity, like my blushing self." Like my blushing, yet quite aroused self, she should have added, if she wanted to be precise; but she didn't, as she tried not to think about the fact of her hard nipples and her moist womanhood were rather enjoying the situation.

The blonde girl found the door and entered on her toes; no one was in there, just them statues.

Vivianne didn't have any time to look for a suitable piece of clothing though. As soon as she started with that, the main waxworks door opened, and a group of young girls started to pour in.

Viv leaped forward to find cover behind one of the wax figures in the back of the large room. She cursed the string of unlucky events that led her here: hiding under the table and running nude around the Haunted Mansion was bad enough, and now this... will she never get a break?!

Then the undressed young woman, barely hidden, recognized the voice over the chatter of the girls. It was Agatha! - and she was clearly doing a guided tour. "Well, my dears, we've now finally entered my kingdom. As you can see, there's one rather peculiar wax statue just to the left..."

"What's that?" Vivianne thought. "A commented tour for a school class? How is that even possible? It's summer!" She almost cried out aloud. While Viv wasn't exactly at peace with the idea of her being seen by anyone, being naked in from of teenagers of her own age was a completely different level of humiliation; she knew how the school girls can be, and there isn't a better target for taunting than one of their peers who just happens to be completely naked in public.

And what if there will be some boys following them…? And see the bashful Vivianne Blanchefleur like that?! Almost overcome by embarrassment, she carefully touched her sensitive cleft, feeling it gets warmer and wetter with every thought. But why?!

The nude girl decided to think about that at some later time. They group of girls led by Agatha was coming closer and closer, and Viv realized she has only one option left. She scuttled to the Chamber of Dread entrance and down the stairs to the underground room.