Start sneaking past the dorms

Flayn leapt out from the safety of the bushes onto the path. Her legs locked up for a moment as she stood trembling. Regret set in as she looked out to her right, toward the dining hall. There were a handful of students and knights that she hadn’t previously seen. Flayn jumped up onto the raised walkway that held the entrances to the dorms.

She tightly nestled herself between the crates and barrels that sat there on the corner. Though, no matter how she arranged herself, there was no way to cover herself from every angle. She would remain unseen by anyone in the plaza but if someone came out from the dorms she’d be utterly exposed.

Flayn gulped.

It’s now or never…

Flayn crept slowly out of her cover of crates and barrels, tiptoeing quickly across the walkway. She hid behind each individual wooden pillar on her way. Her heart was almost beating out of her chest. There still wasn’t anyone around, but someone could pop out of one of the doors behind her at any moment.

She moved as quietly as she could, which made every tiny noise sound blaring. The padding of her bare feet as she tiptoed from cover to cover, the water still dripping from her soaking body, the echoes of chatter from the dining hall, even the far-off yells of merchants at the market; Flayn’s focus flashed between all of them in quick succession.

Although Flayn was still a naked, jittering mess, she continued on and made it to the end of the walkway. She crouched next to the stairwell which marked the end of the first row of dorms. Only two more to go. While a normal person would simply walk up the stairs, Flayn instead chose to climb up the wall adjacent to them to keep a low profile.

She clawed her way up the cobblestones with great difficulty, this wall clearly wasn’t made to climb.

Just a little further…

Her hands reached the top of the wall and she pulled herself up, peeking out like a shy turtle. Once again, the coast seemed clear. Flayn hoisted herself up the wall, trying her best to ignore the feeling of her nipples pressing flat against the cold rock.

What she couldn’t ignore was what happened next.

The click of an opening door sounded out from behind her. Time seemed to move in slow motion for Flayn.

She turned her head around as she still hung from the wall.

Her eyes locked onto the door as it creaked open.

She only watched for a fraction of a second though as her eyes would then dart down to her exposed bottom, wishing that somehow, someway, new clothes would appear to cover her shame.

As if it weren’t bad enough, Flayn’s shock and fear caused her to lose her grip on the wall.

“Wah!”

She landed back on her feet but her yelp was undoubtedly heard by whoever was coming through the door.

No! No! No! This can’t be happening!