"Y-you want me to do what?" The stalker asked, hardly believing that Mitsuru hadn't pegged her for the thief.
"I'll need help if I am to find whoever did this. I can't safely travel through the school like this alone; I need a second set of eyes to watch out for any people or obstacles that might compromise my current attire." Mitsuru explained in her usual cool demeanor. "You're the nearest person I can appeal to, and I figure you're likely not the culprit. If you were, you would have run as soon as I noticed something wrong."
The stalker could hardly believe it. Mitsuru was asking her, her to help find her clothes! Mitsuru was trusting her in her hour of need! The stalker frantically nodded her head as Mitsuru spoke, hardly believing her luck.
"You've got it, Mitsuru-senpai!" she chirped. "I'll make sure nobody sees you like this!" 'Because they're unworthy of such a sight! This is all for my eyes only!' she added in her head.
"Fantastique." Mitsuru said, employing the french that made the other girl weak in the knees. "Now, let us be on our way. The culprit can't have gotten far. Would you please make sure the hallway is clear?"
"Absolutely, Mitsuru-senpai! Leave it to me!" the stalker nearly shouted, skipping to the locker room door and cracking it open to peer out. The hall seemed abandoned, and Mitsuru could move with no fear.
Signaling that all was well, the stalker happily held the door open for her dream girl as she carefully stepped out into the hall. This was an absolute dream come true, so far as she was concerned. Not only did she have Mitsuru's clothes, and Mitsuru clad in nothing but a towel, but she was able to watch Mitsuru tread along the hall as she did her best to hide her body under the thin towel that left little to the imagination. Mitsuru's barely clad body in motion was an incredible sight, and the stalker made sure to burn the sight into her mind with every step Mitsuru took.
It was this intense focus on Mitsuru and her towel that clued the stalker in to something that the voluptuous redhead had missed. A corner of her towel had apparently caught on something they passed in the hall, and a single pink thread was busily moving across the stitching as she moved. If Mitsuru didn't do something soon, she wouldn't have a towel to hide behind much longer!
The stalker found herself at an impasse. On the one hand, if she said nothing she'd be rewarded with the sight of Mitsuru in all her glory. On the other hand, if she warned Mitsuru of the impending danger, the elegant beauty would probably be very grateful. Maybe she'd give the stalker a little reward? The thought of claiming her reward made the stalker's knees shake. What was the more tempting option, though? Leave Mitsuru's towel to unravel, or warn the object of her affections?
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