Dry, but she needed to pee.

The diaper they had dressed her in was a goodnight; the kind that parents put their kids in so that they could pee and poop in them all night long and their parents wouldn't have to worry about leaks and blowouts. This being a goodnight for adults, the thing was thick enough to keep both of her legs apart.

Contrary to the purpose of this specific diaper, the thing was still dry. In spite of the situation she was in, Emily was an adult. Most of her life she was potty-trained, and she hadn't wet the bed since she was seven. The problem lied in the fact that she needed to pee like a motherfucker. The bottle of formula they gave her was fairly big and very filling. Now that her body had processed all of it, it needed a place to go.

'Unless there is an emergency, guests are not allowed to remove them. Any attempt to do so will usher harsh punishments.'

Something told Emily that needing to use the bathroom didn't qualify as an emergency in Sanctuary Resort, and she hadn't bothered to read any of the resort's disclaimers, terms and conditions, or orientation stationery on what "harsh punishments" meant.