Sure, it's better than going back to the dining room.

Vivianne climbed on a chair and opened the window. A drift of fresh countryside air came flowing into the room, bringing in the fragrances of the pine groves and wild flowers... and the unmistakable smell of fresh laundry.

The girl looked out and saw the mansion's garden bordered by hedges, with an ancient and spooky orchard beyond. But for Vivianne the most tempting objects in the garden were three long clothes lines, each of them stretched between a cross of a fake gravestone and the wall of the hotel. There were freshly washed hotel uniforms hanging on them, both male and female. They looked still wet, as they were hung there just some minutes ago, but everything was better than the too short and uncomfortably sticky top Viv was wearing.

She decided to climb out and borrow one of the uniforms; that way she could find her back to her room with further embarrassment.

The one-foot-wide window, however, looked maybe too narrow even for the tiny girl. Her head and shoulders barely squeezed through. Her upper body also went through, as she wasn't that well-endowed; and her nipples brushed lightly against the ledge, drawing a short, silent sigh out of her tender adolescent body. The real problem, though, were her hips and buttocks. Even though she was quite slim, she just could not go through without scraping herself.

Vivianne panicked a bit, as she realized that if someone entered the room now, she couldn't do anything to cover her backside - not the mention that certain intimate spot between the thighs, wet and sensitive because of the arousal she was vainly trying to conceal.

Disconcerted by the thought of being seen helpless like that, the short-haired blonde hastily started to back out of the window. However, her wine-stained black top got somehow caught up there, and when she was moving backwards, she slipped out of it.

"Great," muttered Vivianne, now completely naked, save for her stripped knee-socks and shoes. She automatically hid her little breasts sticky with wine under her right hand, while usind the left palm to cover her hairy womanhood. "Just... great."