Arianna hides

Arianna moves behind the waterfall, the cold water doing little to calm her nerves. It pushes against her head and her dress as she stuffs herself into a humid undercroft and pushes against the darkness of wet rock. She sees the source of grumbling. A young bear. It plods toward the mud and sniffs her stuck boots. It steps over her clothes and circles around, just a few feet away. Arianna holds her breath.

The bear's head snaps up, looking away from Arianna. It takes off with alarming speed.

Arianna waits in the cold for five minutes before she musters the courage to look outside. She fidgets out of the crevice of the waterfall, feeling her chest press hard against the cold. She sees nothing and hears nothing aside from the rush of the fall. On the other side of the water, nothing.

Arianna's bag was flat, and the net broken. Her boxes in the bag were broken, which was a disappointment. The net's stick was broken, and Arianna stuffs the net into her bag of broken things. Expensive broken things.

Arianna does not see her socks, but her slip had been flung somewhere by the bear's feet. She looks for a moment, then sees it in the mud pile beyond her sunken boots. She grabs the broken net stick and beings to reach out for it - she could clean it again.

As she leaned forward, she realized what happened with her sundress. Wet as it was, it clung to her skin and was transparent enough with each swish to see the outlines of her legs. Now, however, the front buttons had been torn, likely from the rocks of the crevice. She paused and tried to put the front of her dress together, but saw no top four buttons, only the bottom two remaining. She looked back to the waterfall, then realized even if she found the buttons, she had no kit to fix the dress with.

The dress now was open freely without any chance of keeping it closed with what she had from her collar down to the bottom curve of her breast. Alone, the bottom buttons kept the dress close together enough to keep it only to an incredible amount of shown cleavage, but as she leaned forward, she could feel her nipples pressing against at the edges of the hems of where her buttons should have been.

She heard another sound - not a bear, but people! At least two, and initially only a man's voice. In a transparent sundress, wet, thin, and clinging to her half exposed chest, she did not want to be seen. Still, leaving her now would abandon her slip, and she would have to go home like this.

She could spend time to get the slip, though - it would not take long, likely.