Sure, the girl's just that good!

Vivianne must have resembled a meditating female monk, as she sat there perfectly motionless, squatting, her hands on her knees.

She could hear Miss Rossetti speaking about the history of the fountain and the mansion. It was of course mostly made up, but the five or six boys she was talking to seemed greatly interested and even asked to elaborate on certain topics. They must have been around her age, Vivianne concluded listening to their voices.

The fact that they have been so close made Vivianne almost crazy. Some of them were standing next to the fountain, and if it wasn't for the almost-see-through walls of dim glass, they could reach their hands and touch the completely naked girl.

It made her tense and aroused at the same time. Her womanhood started to cry for her attention, tingling and getting moist, even more than before.

"As soon as you get somewhere safe, okay, Nimue?" Viv thought to herself. "As soon as you are in private. Then you can imagine anything you wish. But this situation is real; and you'd die of embarrassment if they'd see you!"

That assumption almost came true when Vivianne spotted that the hotel manager is heading upstairs. Luckily, none of the young men followed her; she probably went there to be in a more convenient position to speak and point at various things in the courtyard.

As Vivianne expected, Miss Rossetti went all the way to the gallery and stopped exactly at the spot from where she could see the poor goth girl. That was just Vivianne's luck!

Miss Rossetti looked down, Vivianne looked up - and their gazes locked.