Her towel slipped off.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Chihiro barely made it in time. The door closed behind her, and in a frantic clamor, she turned and locked it as fast as she could, catching her breath as she watched her chest rise and fall tensely.

Her naked chest, as bare as the rest of her.

"Oh no...nonononoo....." She whispered to herself in slow, delirious realization. The wet fabric had easily slid off. That much was easy to piece together.

And it was nowhere in easy reach. She bent down, and leaned over to peer under the opening in the door. It was at least three feet away. She could reach it, but... how far could those voices be? What would they think if they saw an abandoned wet towel lying in the middle of the floor?

Maybe nothing. But maybe not.

She could still cover her tracks, and keep her only modesty... or try to stay safe in that stall.

Chihiro made her decision in the space of her next breath.

She...