An unpleasant awakening

Krystal jumped awake, taking a look around she saw she was still in the stairwell and, at least seemed undisturbed, well she was left alone enough to have nodded off a little. It took her a moment to get her bearings, still in the stairwell, already accounted for. Still naked? Check. Package? Check.

Something was off though, something nagging at her mind that should be but isn't, something that wasn't quite fitting with this picture but...

Her hat and belt.

She'd left them on the package but they weren't there anymore.

The nude delivery girl scrambled to her feet, searching the area for the items, maybe she'd put them down somewhere else and forgot? No, that's silly, she remembered they were there. The hat was disposable, she had at least three of them back home but the belt? That was everything. Without it she was no more than a streaker with a kink.

Well, she IS a streaker with a kink, but at least she had ID before. Someone must've come across her when she was napping and took them, she was usually a light sleeper but...no she remembered all the times she's just slept on the floor, she's a heavy as fuck sleeper. Still, the thought made her uncomfortable, that someone got a view like that of her.

Pushing the thought out of her head Krystal squirmed a little as she thought of what to do. She still had a job to do, but her gear was on her belt, so taking a signature would be 'challenging' to say the least. That and her bike keys were gone so she'd be walking home, or probably to work to clock out. Taking a long walk like that in a city this big without even hair long enough to cover her back properly sounded daunting...

There was also the option of trying to track her gear down, which since this was a nice big building might be easier than it sounds. Big building has lots of cameras...and a totally nude woman is going to have the attention of at least one horny security officer with their eye on the screens...