Someone else enters the bathroom

The toilet was full, the bathroom floor was soaked, and Ruby was standing around in wet underwear that was slowly creeping downward. "At least no one else is awake to see this mess," Ruby mumbled to herself.

Then the bathroom door swung open.

"Ruby? Are you okay in here?" Pyrrha's concerned voice echoed through the bathroom. "Nora said something about you losing your pajamas and—oh!"

Ruby squeaked and spun around, immediately regretting the sudden movement as her panties chose that exact moment to give up completely, sliding down her thighs and pooling around her ankles.

Pyrrha's emerald eyes widened, and she froze in the doorway, one hand still on the handle. "I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed, averting her gaze to the ceiling. "I should have knocked!"

"It's not what it looks like!" Ruby wailed, frantically trying to pull her underwear back up while simultaneously tugging her camisole down to cover herself. The wet fabric fought against her every effort. "The toilet! And the pictures! And then I fell and got all wet and—"

"Pictures?" Pyrrha asked, still politely staring at the ceiling tiles.

Ruby's face went from pink to crimson. "N-nothing! Just... could you maybe find me some clothes? Please?"

Pyrrha nodded quickly. "Of course! I'll be right back. Don't... don't worry."

As the door closed behind Pyrrha, Ruby groaned and sank to her knees, not caring about the water anymore. This had to be the most humiliating morning of her entire life. And she still had classes to get through today!

Meanwhile, Weiss watched from her vantage point near the corner of the hallway as Pyrrha hurried away from the bathroom, looking flustered. Perfect. Team JNPR's unexpected involvement in things had carried the potential to knock her plan off track, but fortune seemed to be on Weiss's side. First with Jaune and now with Pyrrha, fate seemed to be setting her up to intercept anyone that would cause a hitch in the plan.

"Oh, Pyrrha!" Weiss called out, feigning surprise. "You look troubled. Is everything alright?"

Pyrrha hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. "I, um... Ruby needs some clothes. There was an incident with a toilet, and..."

"Say no more," Weiss said, her voice dripping with manufactured sympathy. "This isn't the first time, you know. Poor Ruby just can't seem to keep her clothes on. I worry about her leading our team when she can barely manage herself."

"I'm sure it was just an accident," Pyrrha said diplomatically.

"Of course," Weiss agreed, her tone suggesting otherwise. "I'll take care of it. You should probably get ready for class."

As Pyrrha reluctantly left, Weiss allowed herself a small, victorious smile. She had no intention of bringing Ruby clothes right away. Let her stew in that bathroom a little longer, preferably until more students were up and about. The more witnesses to Ruby's "wardrobe malfunction," the better.

Back in the bathroom, Ruby paced nervously, holding her panties up and checking the door every few seconds.

"Come on, Pyrrha," she whispered. "Where are you?"