This work was written as an insert for Agatha Christie's excellent "Cat Among the Pigeons." Doing my best to write in a style that harmonizes with the source, it is suggested to read this either after or in conjunction with the full novel. Failing that, a summary might suffice. If that too exceeds the investment you are willing to make, you will have to tell me how the story works completely out of context. All that said, I think the title of the original text is equally applicable for this work. The story takes place at an isolated finishing school, so the girls involved should be around 20. Without further ado...
Slight, elegant and by this point quite late, Shaista sashayed into the cool sports pavilion locker room ushering in a warm Arabian breeze behind her. She didn't put much stock in PT and Jennifer shared a look with Julia to acknowledge the princess's well known predilections. Ironic look aside, Jennifer couldn't help letting her eyes crawl up Shaista's impeccable figure. Tiny feet held surreally aloft by tall pin-heels; slender, sumptuously tanned legs and graceful waist wrapped in the finest Parisian style; small, pert bust lifted up alluringly by curiously foreign undergarment technology. When her eyes finally rested on Shaista's angular, feline features, those almond eyes were ready to lock with hers. A playful smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as the Princess crossed the otherwise empty changing area, a dart of the eyes slyly confirming that the three of them were alone.
"Am I so terribly late?" She asked unaffectedly.
"We should be out as well, if Jennifer hadn't stopped to chat up the gardener." Julia offered sitting already in full tennis kit with a tiny white skirt and sun-yellow shirt as, next to her on the bench, Jennifer pulled off the last of her school uniform and reached for her sport bodice.
"Don't think too terribly of me, my uncle kept me out far later than he ought to have." Jennifer and Julia shared another knowing look that was not lost on, if misinterpreted by, Shaista, "I apologize, do I interrupt?"
The utterly English girls were befuddled, "Pardon?" They asked almost in unison.
"Oh," Shaista looked to each of them to as if to verify their confusion, "I mistook the atmosphere." She shrugged unconcerned, "Where I am from it is accepted that beautiful young girls like yourselves might—" as she thought, she unclasped the dress and it slithered silkily off of her petite frame, leaving her rich, chestnut skin hidden only by black, laced panties and that singular bodice, somehow both exposing and magnifying her smooth bosom. Her brief search for the appropriate English word served to highlight it with a pause, "--amuse each other while kept away from the male sex."