Yep - she should rest, be thankful and think about what she's just experienced.

Vivianne decided to give her body a moment of repose - or two. The bizarre mix of lucky and unlucky twists made her almost a bit dizzy: how had she even gotten there without being caught and at the same time without retrieving any piece of clothing or just anything to cover herself with?

She pondered about those moments when she could have been caught. How little would suffice! Had she made a sound while crouched in the pot, all the young cooks would have come and looked at her and laughed. And they would have said things like: "Oh, what do we have here? A girl, and only in her panties? You are very bold to show us your breasts, however little they are. But why are you inside the cauldron, cute lady? Is this some kind of bet?" And she would have felt ashamed, oh, how ashamed she would have felt!

Or had she tripped when running through the hallway, the three boys in front of the painting would have surely noticed her and they would have come to look at her and point at her with their fingers. Vivianne imagined them giggling - she blushed at the thought. She would have been lying there on her back, with her rosy-colored nipples uncovered to their surprised gaze. "Oh, Miss, we do like your body, you are very sweet, almost like the shepherdess in the painting. But Miss... she's naked. That's because she's herding sheep in Arcadia. But... wouldn't you want to get naked for us too? To match the lady in the picture? We are... very curious, if your secret spot is prettier than hers..."

Vivianne must have moaned at the thought a little bit, because that sound pulled her away from her thoughts. She realized she has her hand on her panties, gently and absent-mindedly rubbing it while she's been daydreaming. Her tender girly panties were soaking wet in the area of her crotch - and this time it surely wasn't sweat. Vivianne shook her head. Foolish, foolish girl. There is a right place and time for some things... and this wasn't it.