>>1608192My heart's already racing and I haven't even begun. There is an alcove created by some piece of machinery protruding through the deck, so I could possibly avoid detection if I make a sound, but it's barely big enough to hide behind, and I wouldn't be able to move an inch without being seen. I begin undoing the hooks and eyes holding my dress together, and get enough undone to remove my bra. This is so tense I'm almost worried they might hear my heartbeat, but that's crazy. With the racerback balled in my fist, I begin doing up the hooks and eyes again.
Then, I feel something cold and metallic against my side, and hear the telltale sound of a pair of fabric scissors. It's such a satisfying sound, the sound of simple yet refined machinery. Wait, what am I doing thinking about how good expensive scissors sound? I'm clearly in trouble here. I manage to not make any noise that would alert the crew, and before I can react, feel another hand dart into the flap of my dress that I haven't finished doing up and give my breast a squeeze. Out of the corner of my eye I can see a black sleeve holding the scissors.
Dammit. Yuri was wearing something long-sleeved and black today. I've not had any trouble from Yuuko since day one, as she seems content with trying to get revenge via mahjong club, but Yuri I thought only acted on Yuuko's command. If I could have opened the door without a sound, someone else could have as well. I assume she's still angry and finally got some initiative. As I realise this, the scissors somehow retract into her sleeve, like a hidden blade from that American game about templars and whatnot. I can't imagine those things exist, so she must have made it herself. I spin round to try and see her face, but she's gone, the door already shut behind her by the time I've turned.