Covers herself with a painting tarp.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Chihiro didn't know much about art, but a few long-held stereotypes about their meeting room lead her to believe that standing around naked was just asking to wind up as a group subject; not the kind she wanted to be.

There was a long tarp wound up around a nearby sculpture. Hardly ideal, but she had no room for being particular. She reached up and swiftly drew the long length of cloth down, winding it around her in the form of a makeshift toga.

It lacked much in the way of real actual support, looked ridiculous, and did nothing to ease the sensation of wearing no real attire, but it was covering.

Unfortunately, just as Chihiro managed to tone her worries back a notch within the tarp's confines, she noticed...