(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)
It was as she'd been told. Chihiro was directed to a pedestal, and told to hold perfectly still. The tarp was arranged around her body in a methodical placement, though Chihiro managed to insist on doing it without help. The assistant had pouted in disappointment, but caved in. Everyone knew Chihiro was shy, as long as they didn't know she was otherwise naked.
The assumption was that the volunteer was just wearing strapless skin-colored underwear beneath the tarp, typical protocol for common decency of the actress.
If word got out that Chihiro was shameless enough to parade around naked beneath it... she shivered at the thought.
The 'costume' had been secured snugly beneath her shoulders and wound around her breasts, with the rest stopping just high enough on her legs to reach mid-thigh, low enough to ensure no one could see anything unless they looked directly beneath her.
And more than enough to leave her incredibly nervous during every actor's performance.
Fortunately, it had only been a simple scene's reenactment. Shakespeare, she assumed. Why it called for an actual woman to play the role of a statue, she could only wonder.
No one at the station had cause to recognize the girl, anyway. Especially without her telltale glasses.
Then, finally, the lead actor took a bow, along with the rest of the cast... and finally, they beckoned Chihiro over.
"Come on, you deserve applause too!"
Chihiro looked to the crowd, and blinked. It would be nice to be appreciated for once... She allowed herself a thin smile, approached the audience, and...
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