The foursome make it to the bath unmolested.

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Yukiko contemplated the soft white towel that now enfolded her naked body. She stood on tiptoe, still feeling the telltale wobble in her knees in the aftermath of the glorious orgasm she had shared with Chie moments before. Her skin was still flushed with the pure shame and erotic excitement of the past hour (had it really only been an hour ago she had arrived clothed and with her dignity....it felt like 100 years ago). There was still a quiver from her nether regions, asking for more attention, and she could feel the fabric of the towel rubbing against her erect nipples. Her relief at once more being clothed, even if just a little, was hampered by her unease. First, the towels her Inn provided to their guests were not meant to provide modesty- usually guests used them to wash and perhaps cover the front or back of their person if they were feeling shy. Wrapping the towel around the body was only possible due to how thin the four girls were, and even then there was not enough material available to truly wrap the garment fully around themselves- Yukiko and the others were grasping the top and bottom of the towel to ensure it didn't fall off their bodies. Moreover, the towel was slightly too small to cover everything. The best it could manage was barely hiding the nipples while allowing a generous amount of cleavage while hinting at the first curve of the butt cheek below. Yukiko was holding her towel defensively in place with her right hand over her crotch, for fear it was not entirely hiding her secrets.

"Shall we?" Naoto broke the silence. "Towel or no, I'd rather avoid being seen as much as possible in this state."

"What if...something else happens?" Yukiko whispers.

"I beg your pardon?" Naoto paused.

"The ghost...she's...s-stripped me before. She made a nightgown disappear right off my body! She whipped a tablecloth off me last night. And....and you all know what she did to my underwear at school!" Yukiko moaned in embarrassment. "What if she does something to the towels? What's the plan if we get stripped?"

"Understandable under the circumstances, Amagi-san, but you are sounding paranoid." Naoto said. "I doubt the spirit has the power or inclination to try such a-"

"NAOTO!" Yukiko squeeled, closing her eyes and preparing to feel her towel vanish into the ether.

Kanshi indeed had his finger hovering over what his staff affectionately called the "poof" button. He could easily leave all four girls naked in the hallway any moment he chose. But an audience wants variety, and a master of suspense leaves his characters small opportunities to relax between the horror. A horny and embarrassed Amagi was the goal, not one so bombarded by humiliation she became shellshocked. Besides, it wasn't as if walking through the Inn in skimpy towels was a major step up in the embarrassment ladder from butt naked. He could wait, even if the thought of four hot, naked teenage girls to torment put a smile on his face.