Actually, it was a disastrous idea.

Having just ran down to the Chamber of Dread, Vivianne stopped for a second. There was nobody in the underground room. Her heart was pounding; the fact that she was running around naked was extremely embarrassing, but a bit entertaining and undeniably arousing at the same time.

However, Miss Blanchefleur's bad luck didn't seem to end! She could already hear Agatha leading the school group downstairs to show them the basement horror collection of wax witches, torturers and executioners.

Alarmed once more, Vivianne looked around the dim-lit room to find some shady corner for her to hide. There were some, but not one of them dark enough. Then she noticed that one spot where the wax figure was missing. The terrible wax man with his whip above his head was still standing in the same position; but there was no figure in front of him.

"I could pull the same trick as Agatha did before and pass myself off as a part of the wax collection," the completely naked blonde thought. "Sure, Agatha's going to know right away, but those girls probably won't find out... and Agatha will surely lead them back up!"

Viv knew she has next to no time. She lay down on her stomach; the cold stone floor met her hard nipples, and she gasped with a mix of annoyance and excitement. It felt... extremely humiliating, but somehow in a good way. It was as she was one of the witches, being publicly punished, of course naked.

Vivianne shooed away those thoughts. With one hand she covered her face to make sure she's not recognized, the other one she put on her rear parts to hide them at least partially. It looked very naturally; she gave the impression she's protection her sensitive butt from the whiplash.

"Okay, I'm ready," said the nude girl to herself. "Now, please, Agatha, dearest, lead them away as soon as possible...!"