Slipped, sending her sliding into exposure.

In hindsight, Yuki would recall that the slow **** march to the locker room and her overly cautious creeping to the showers took one minute total, perhaps even less. If she had gone the same pace back to the safety of the girls' room, she would have been fine. However, the situation was only snowballing with every passing moment, and rational thought was quickly fleeing. Running seemed like the only way to make it back in time, and a sharp turn with no deceleration was only natural.

Although, in all probability it wouldn't have mattered. It was more likely that Trisha was already in her car and contemplating what to do with Yuki's clothes and towel. If not, she would have been waiting with another game to play.

Regardless, Yuki's mad dash took a turn for the worse. Shifting all of her weight knocked her off balance, and a lack of friction turned what would have been a drunken stumble into a baseball slide down the row of lockers. Fortunately, no one was using this row at the moment. Unfortunately, Yuki made an involuntary yelp when her feet came out from under her. Add to it, she didn't stop until she hit a bench. A bench which scraped across the floor like nails on a chalk board. A bench which replaced its high pitched squeal for a thunderous boom against a locker. A slight delay would have been enough, but nothing has been in moderation today.

By the time it was over, Yuki didn't know which way was up, or that her right leg was draped off the bench, flaunting her bald beaver in the air. There would be solace in her left arm, curled up on the floor in front her left teat, but her right hand made the mistake of protecting her butt from the eyes of the wall. Yet Yuki found none of this concerning or comforting. All she knew was the shuffling and stomping against a tiled floor was getting louder and louder, and her stomach was quickly knotting.

The team was soon huddled around the entrance to the row, mouths agape at the sight before them. Yuki wasn't even able to make herself cover up until well after they got a good, long look. Thankfully, nobody had pulled out a camera phone. Yet. And part of that was probably due to their own state of undress. Generally, the team was either bare chested or in only a jock and socks. A few were all done, and two were still carrying their bags. However, the one that caused Yuki's vice-grip on her privates to soften was the one who was flopping in the breeze just moments ago. She couldn't even tell who claimed that beast as his own, but she knew she...

Someone clamoring for a better view was able to break Yuki's train of thought, and his aggressive approach to the front broke the line of sight. Once her own needs were off her mind, she was finally able to tighten her defense and take action. The bulges each man sported told Yuki the help available here was probably nothing at best, so she definitely wasn't about to ask for it. Trisha must have been gone by now, so there was nothing waiting for her in the girls' room. That left her only one option, and her posture wasn't going to help her any. How could anyone expect to be forceful when they can't even expand?

Regardless, Yuki tried to tackle her way through the defense and get to the door.