She can, at least for now.

The nude girl hiding under the table bit her lip with irritation. However mightily she desired to emerge from her hiding place and rivet all attention, the urge to keep her decency intact was still stronger. After all, Vivianne was a good and shy girl - and she was rather determined to keep it that way and fight off all those crazy exhibitionist fantasies. "They are only fueled by the fact that I got accidentally naked," Viv said to herself, "as soon as I get some clothes, they'll vanish, I'm sure of that!"

Moreover, our lovely blushing Miss Blanchefleur just got one of her excellent ideas.

"I could remove my socks and make makeshift panties from them," she thought. With newly acquired determination, she removed the last pieces of her clothing and started to ponder in what way exactly she should bind them together.

While she was doing this, she continued to listen what's going on in the room. It seemed that the countess had finally opened the present box. "Oh! It's an antique phonograph, one of the earliest models! How could you know I sorely needed exactly something like this for my collection?!" she shouted with pleasant surprise in her voice. "Can I turn it on?"

"Sure," said the voice of an elder man, "there's even a record prepared inside it."

Lady Floranoff started the device and a dainty tune suddenly filled the room. It must have been some old operetta song-and-dance piece; a high-pitched female voice, accompanied by a small orchestra, began to sing about Arcadian nymphs throwing carelessly away their negligee and dancing undressed in the morning sunlight. "It's like... as if it were about me..." thought Vivianne. "But I didn't throw away my clothes voluntarily... oh, no… no, I didn't…"

Feeling embarrassed by the song, Viv stick her head from under the table. All the gathered people were standing around the noblewoman and listening to the music. The blonde suddenly realized that's her chance and she won't be getting a better one anytime soon! No one was looking in her direction, and the door was just two or three steps away...

Without further thinking Viv left her hideout, made those few steps, rushed into the corridor and swiftly closed the door behind her.

Not until then she realized she forgot her shoes and her beloved striped socks under the dining room table - and that she had nothing but her hands to cover her shame.

Vivianne frowned. She successfully escaped the most awkward situation - but she was now standing in her birthday-suit glory in the hotel's corridor, which could be in this time of the day a rather busy place. Her petite breasts and sensitive nipples and her sweet crotch - all the secret spots a girl should hide from the world - were on display for anyone who would happen to walk there right now.

Oh, and her arousal wasn't going away either.