She'll instinctively try to grab a branch.

Vivianne shot her arm forward, her fingers clutching at the bough she'd just fallen from. She felt other branches grabbing back at her, hitting and whipping her. However, the most catastrophic outcome of her fall was yet to come: one of her shoulder straps got caught in the branches and Vivianne's own weight **** her out of her top.

The landing wasn't exactly pleasant, but at least the wet grass softened the hit. "Ugh!" she groaned; but quickly she covered her nipples. She was almost naked now; the black top was dangling in the branches many feet over her head.

She stood up and looked around. The mansion wall was very close, but Viv almost couldn't see it because of the mist; there were old leaves lying around in the grass and even some strange mushrooms, but no dead branches for her to use as a pole to get her top back. For a second she considered climbing back up, but the tree trunks seemed quite bald, without any branches or footholds, so the ascent would be an especially difficult feat.

"Come on, girl, think! And think quickly!" Vivianne said to herself. In just one minute she has become nearly completely stripped, with only those tender pink panties to cover her bashful nudity. And the fact that she had them on was almost more embarrassing that complete nakedness! Or was it? Well, of course not, but she began to regret her poor choice of underwear.

"Oh, there's my hat!" noticed Vivianne joyfully. It came off her head when she was falling; now it was lying there, not far away. "At least some good news!" said the unlucky girl and picked it up. She pressed it at her bosom, covering her sweet little tits. With another palm she tried to cover her panties. It wasn't perfect, but at least something!