Maybe, she has some time to think about it.

The two men put the large crate down.

"Okay, the gift-box is ready to be opened," said one of them. "Where's the countess?"

"Oh, she just went away," answered a young woman's voice, "to powder her nose, I'd guess. Don't worry, she'll be back soon."

Vivianne was still hiding almost completely nude inside the container. "So, the worst embarrassment of my life is postponed," she thought, "but only by a few minutes."

It was almost worse than being exposed and seen right away. The blonde girl started to imagine what's going to happen and her thoughts ran wild: the crate is going to be opened, and she'll be crouching there, with one hand over her breast, her nipples almost painfully hard, just like they're now, her second palm vainly trying to cover the most intimate tuft of hair, glistening wetly with poorly-hidden excitement.

Vivianne could vividly see the situation. "Oh, look, I think she was playing with herself," someone would say. The girl in question, completely red with humiliation, would only shook her head, unable to run away or do just about anything.

Lady Floranoff would than laugh and point her finger at Vivianne. "Everyone, please look closely at that naked girl. Just a while ago I was joking about what is she going to wear when we meet next, if anything at all. And I couldn't be more right! She's only wearing her striped black-and-white thigh-high socks, probably to give us the spectacle, like in a cabaret. Are you going to remove your hands and show us even more? Or should we beg?!" The gathered people would burst in laughter and shout: "Yes! Show us more! Remove those hands!" Or even worse: "Dance for us! We want to see some dance, with your hands up in the air! Are you not doing a sexy cabaret act?"

The time was running out and Vivianne was still crouching in the gift-box, next to the phonograph, leaking more and more. The inner side of her thighs was almost completely slick with the secret juice of her sex. "Stop thinking about those... bad things!" she told herself sternly and removed her hand from her womanhood; but even her fingers were now covered with the juice she so desperately wanted to hide.

To take her mind off the fact she's quite aroused, the petite goth girl started to the plan how to use the little time she's been given by the Goddess. She carefully opened the crate's side a crack to spy what's outside and whether there's any chance to escape.

It was strange. Viv could hear dozens of people chatting and laughing; but she couldn't see them. All she saw was some white cloth. "Oh, they put box down just in front of the table!" she realized suddenly. "And that's a chance! If I'm quick and silent enough, I just might crawl under it without being seen..."