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It was late, and Maureen was walking back to Bohemia after a performance at the club. She had no idea where she'd put the sandals she'd been wearing when she'd come in earlier that night - after searching all over the dressing room area she'd finally given up, and so she was teetering on the path in stilettos. Okay, not teetering, really - she could walk in heels just fine. But these were made for ten minutes on the stage, not hoofing it in the dirt.
And it was bound to happen - the heel caught on a rock or something lodged in the ground and she stumbled, pitching forward. She kept herself from falling only by catching her palm on a tree, but she dropped the gym bag with her clothes that she'd been carrying, and the robe she was wearing fell open to what was underneath, stockings and corset and all.
... okay, now she felt like she'd been walking the red light district. Usually she just threw on the robe and sneakers to go back home, but now she decided that she needed to make it a point to change first from now on. At least it wasn't far to Bohemia. Except - "Ow." She'd scraped her hand on the tree bark.
And it was bound to happen - the heel caught on a rock or something lodged in the ground and she stumbled, pitching forward. She kept herself from falling only by catching her palm on a tree, but she dropped the gym bag with her clothes that she'd been carrying, and the robe she was wearing fell open to what was underneath, stockings and corset and all.
... okay, now she felt like she'd been walking the red light district. Usually she just threw on the robe and sneakers to go back home, but now she decided that she needed to make it a point to change first from now on. At least it wasn't far to Bohemia. Except - "Ow." She'd scraped her hand on the tree bark.