Minako kicked the pile of clothes away beneath the row in front of her

(chapter originally by Phantom Pen on writing.com)

Minako could only watch as one of her feet slid across the theater floor, pushing against her pile of discarded clothing before jerking forward, kicking her clothes under the row in front of her where they disappeared from sight.

Why did I just do that?! Minako screamed at herself. Now, assuming she regained control of herself any time soon, she'd have to leave her seat to get her clothing back.

The only thing Minako could be grateful for was the fact that, between the low light and loud volume of the movie theater, nobody had noticed her plight. Maybe if she regained control of herself now, she could get out of this with some semblance of her dignity intact. Of course, that was making the bold assumption that she was going to suddenly regain her senses. From what Minako could tell, her body was completely unresponsive to her own attempts to control it, seeing as her hands were still idly resting against her bare hips rather than covering her nudity.

At least, that's where her hands had been...

Minako felt her heart start racing, watching as her hands moved of their own accord and-