A fake potted plant.

(chapter originally by Misayaka at writing.com)

There was only one object that seemed even remotely useful... at least compared to nothing. It was a tall, rather nicely spruced-up potted plant. The expanse of the artificial leaves reached to a little taller than Yukari's waist, and the leaves were more than splayed out enough to conceal every part of her front if she was careful.

Of course, it would take both hands to carry it along and be reasonably concealed.

And there would be nothing to cover her backside.

It was an absolutely ridiculous notion, and yet... the alternative was waltzing out of the control room as naked as the day she was born.

Little wonder that it only took a moment for Yukari to approach the plant, bend her knees, and take it up by both hands. She held it at just below waist level, and while balancing the pot in one hand, her other scattered the leaves outward and upward to conceal every possible inch of her skin it could.

By the time she took hold of it and leveled the pot to conceal her groin, it looked something like she was wearing a ridiculous islander's grass-skirt outfit... a very high cut one. One might see hints of cleavage and a generous amount of thigh, but nothing indecent.

In short, were Yukari seen, it could be easily explained were she quick enough to make sure someone only saw a glimpse of her, and not stare long enough to question how little she actually wore.

Which would be completely irrelevant if she were seen from behind. Yukari would have to constantly watch her back; quite literally.

So with the pot in hand, Yukari mentally worked out the quickest route to the gym from the auditorium. Finding a change of clothes in the locker room was her best, if not ONLY bet.

After appraising the room and her exit options, Yukari...