A role in the drama club's upcoming play that required she perform nude

"No way..." Yuki muttered. "No fucking way!"

As Yuki read on she only grew more disheartened. But the document was clear as day. She'd unintentionally agreed to perform a role in the upcoming school play. A role that specified its actress would need to be comfortable being nude onstage. Yuki turned around and continued her run, this time heading towards the Arts wing of her school.

There's no way I can do that! her mind raced as she ran. Maybe if I talk to Mr. Olsen I can figure some way out of all this... Mr. Olsen was the teacher in charge of the school's drama club, and he had a reputation as something of an auteur. Each and every year he would write original plays from scratch for the students to perform. And he held the kids to high standards. Very high standards. Yuki stumbled into his office, slightly out of breath, right as he seemed to be packing up for the day.

"...Can I help you?" he warily asked.

"Yes! I mean, I hope so," Yuki rambled, "My name's Yuki, and I kind of just-"

"Yuki?" he interrupted. "Yuki Shimizu?!" Yuki nodded. "Oh my goodness you are my SAVIOR, Yuki!" His somewhat cold demeanor instantly shifted to one of exuberance. He looked like he was practically about to sweep Yuki up into a hug. "I thought we were done for! Ruined! Out of luck!"

"Uh..."

"But then YOU came along! You absolute ray of sunshine, you! Thanks to you, my vision will truly become a reality!"

"Your... vision?"

"Yes! Those dimwitted faculty members insisted we couldn't have actual nudity in a high school play. They said we should just use pasties and skin-toned spandex. Said it would accomplish the same effect. Bah!"

"That- But wouldn't that work just as well?" Yuki asked, suddenly finding the option of wearing such skimpy items quite desirable by comparison.

"Nonsense!" the teacher shouted. "It would have compromised my artistic vision! The human body is a beautiful thing, and it's meant to be seen. It's meant to be seen Yuki!"

"Right, well... About that, I was hoping-"

"Oh! Here's a copy of the script," he interrupted as he shoved a small stack of paper into Yuki's hands. "We begin our official rehearsals next week. We meet Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 3:00, once school is over. I'm so excited to have you on board!"

"But! But!" Yuki stammered as the man ushered her out of his room.

"I've got to get going, but I just want to say," he grabbed Yuki's hands and took them in his own, "you are clearly the bravest girl in this school for doing this, and I am extremely grateful to you. See you Monday!" And with that, he took off at a brisk walk down the hall.

Yuki gulped nervously. It looked like there really wasn't any backing out now. Was she really going to have to get up onstage naked in front of the entire school?! She glanced down at the script in her hands. Maybe it'll just be a brief moment, she reasoned, or I'll be behind some prop and out of sight.

But when Yuki read through the script later that night, in the comfort of her home, she was more than a little distraught at what she found...