Beth goes to check

Turning back to the door, and ignoring her half naked friend, Beth opens it, looking out and there, as she had been told, is the man laying under the desk, trying in vain to hold his jeans closed.

"Seriously," she asks slowly. "What the fuck is going on here?"

"I.... I don't know," Emma slowly stammers, bringing her hands up to cover her breasts in embarrassment. "I wish I did, but I don't."

Beth looks from Emma to the man and back again, trying to work out just what is going on, but just finding the whole situation more and more confusing. "I think maybe you should get dressed," she finally says slowly.