Fi runs into a couple problems.

She gets about halfway to safety when two figures come walking towards her, speaking to one another as they go. It's Ralim--long blond hair braided with a ribbon, lovely outfit of gold and green, thin beard. Next to him is his twin Dalim, dressed in blue. As they near, she begs them to ignore her, but instead they both turn in unison and offer her smiles and distractingly soothing voices.

"Ah. It's you again," speaks Dalim. "That's a rather nice dress."

"Th-Thank you," Fi mutters. "But it isn't mine. I'm just borrowing it."

"Perfect timing!" Ralim exclaims. He makes his way slowly behind her while his brother remains in front. He places his soft, warm hands over her shoulders, and his thumbs make tickling circles around her sensitive skin. "The two of us have been practicing a new technique. You responded well last time, so allow us to try this one out. Please. You'll feel amazing."

"Absolutely amazing," Dalim says as he steps closer. His hands reach out to feel her twitching feline ears.

Her face flushes red immediately. "I r-really should b-be going," she whispers.

"I appreciate the modesty, but you aren't even in uniform, so surely you're not busy," Dalim says with a smile.

"Indeed," whispers his brother from behind. He presses his chest up against her back--one hand around her shoulder while the other feels along her arm. "Stay still. We'll make sure to hit every one of your favourite spots."

Why do they always word it like that? Also, why am I reacting so quickly?! My body is burning hot. I've never felt this way before. I can smell their scent. I can feel their warmth. I'm sandwiched between them. My body... It's... It's melting, I--

"And then I do this," says Dalim as he sinks to his knees in front of her. She gasps as he takes hold of her legs and begins to massage around her thighs and down past her knees.

"While I work from behind," Ralim adds. He pulls her back into him.

I can feel it on my... I just... My mind is spinning...

"Is there a spot around here you'd like me to focus on?" Ralim asks.

No! Nope!

"Does it feel good?" Dalim asks.

The purses her lips and uses all of her willpower not to let out any embarrassing moans. Though suddenly, Ralim stops and looks to his finger. It's wet.

"Oh. Water?" Ralim rubs it on his sleeve.

"Yes! I just got out of the shower!" Fi shouts as fast as she can. Oh no. That's not water. Oh my gods. This isn't happening. I don't have any... No panties and... It's running down and... I need to get out of here right now! "So anyway, I should get going--"

"But we're only getting started," says Dalim.

As rude as it might be, she pushes herself out of their grip and stumbles forward. She catches herself on the far wall before she can fall. "I'm so sorry, m'lords. I just remembered s-something important I need t-to do," she stutters.

"Are you certain?" Ralim asks as he rises up. "We can finish you rather quickly."

She puts her hands between her legs. "Sorry, gotta go!" she blurts out as she begins to run down the hall in the opposite direction.

They saw it. They touched it. The wetness. I can't believe I wasn't found out just then, but I'm going to die from the embarrassment. She pants heavily as she runs, and it isn't from the exercise.