"Wait-exhibitionist convention?"

"I thought nudists were what they're called," you say, looking up at the maid.

"Oh, no, they're not nudists. Nudists do it for fun, these guys do it to get off," she says matter-of-factly. "It's a very sexual thing. Though they're only allowed to fuck in their rooms. Too much of a hassle to clean otherwise."

"So is everyone on that floor naked?" you ask.

"Oh, no," she says with a smile. "Only the submissives. Which you'd have to be if you want us to overlook your little...indecency here. Especially since you're not actually here for the convention." Caught between a rock and a hard place, it seems.

"So, I'll make you a deal. Let me feel your ass, and I'll give you one of these-" She pulls a little bracelet with an S on it out of the pocket of her dress. "Your room will be moved to up to the sex floor, your clothes will be kept for you-"

"Wait. You'll take my clothes?" you ask. "Only until you leave," she replies. "The convention specified that submissives would not be allowed clothes."

"So," she says, eyes lighting up. "Come to the sex floor, or be punished. Which will it be?"