Something had ensnared her bra!

(Chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Chihiro's arm felt oddly constrained as she tried to move away from her hiding place. Specifically, the sharp sensation of a pull at her shoulder strap, which caused it to descend a heart-stopping distance away from her upper arm. She froze up and looked behind her.

Part of the metal underside of the table had literally hooked into the fabric of her bra strap. It was probably meant to secure the furniture when it was folded up, not the only piece of underwear she had on... but there it was, doing just that.

"Did you hear something?"

"You're imagining things, Odagiri."

Chihiro stopped her struggling. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention. She moved her hands very carefully to the hook, and as easily as could be, tried to slip free of the hook.

However, in doing so...