Mitsuru

(chapter originally by williwall at writing.com)

Rounding the corner, she ran straight into Mitsuru. Bouncing off of the older girl, Yukari fell over backwards onto the floor. Feeling the cold floor against her bottom, Yukari yelped and hurriedly yanked the hem of her skirt down to cover her lack of panties. The stern student council president didn't seem to notice, or if she did, she thankfully didn't comment.

"Ah, Yukari, I was looking for you, but I see that there is no need. Truly surprising. I thought that I was the only one aware of the results of your class' voting for the Cultural Festival, but it seems that news travels fast."

"W-what do you mean?" stammered Yukari, caught off-guard.

"Your class' proposal for the maid cafe has finally been approved. I had initially opposed the suggestion with the worry that the girls in the class would be put off by it, but it seems that there was no need. I'm glad to see that you have thrown your support behind it. With your popularity, I'm sure that your class will be successful," said Mitsuru in approval. "You'll have to hurry if you want to help the others get set up in time for the event," said Mitsuru, dragging the **** girl by the arm to meet her classmates.

At the classroom, Yukari saw that her classmates had turned the classroom into a cafe. The girls walked around with menus, dressed in maid outfits, albeit significantly less risqué.

What should Yukari do? Should she try to make her way into the back storage room, to try to find a change of clothes, or should she try to blend in with the other girls until the event closes for the evening?