Sure, it's a great opportunity; and she's quick and cunning!

With catlike moves, the short girl widened the crack, slipped into the building and carefully closed the window behind her. She looked around; there were shelves with knives and ladles, there were ovens and stoves with large pot standing on them, some empty, some with boiling soup inside. But not a single piece of cloth to be seen.

"Come on, come on, come on..." muttered Vivianne, as she opened one drawer after another with her right hand. It went slowly, as she needed her left hand to hold the wide-brimmed black hat in the position to maintain her decency. Whenever she heard a sound, she jumped and looked towards the door. So far, so good, but she really needs to hurry. Why are there only some plates here?!

Suddenly, Vivianne heard approaching footsteps and loud voices. The cooks were coming back, and this time there were more than just two of them! The girl froze. Is she doomed the be seen? And not by just anyone, but by a whole regimen of young men? As soon as they find her, she'll have some explaining to do - and they will gaze at her panties and laugh at her redness and what not! No, she couldn't possibly make it back to the window, but she could probably find some other way out.