Emily is heading back to the room.

Emily thinks about going off to find something to wear, but right now after so much **** exposure and being molested on the elevator, she just wants to hide in her room. She’s had enough excitement for today.

She walks through the busy halls, once again **** to hide her body using only her hands. Her arms are getting a bit tired from being in the same position all day. How king has she been naked for? Several hours atleast…

Emily squeezes past a crowd by the buffet, feeling her breasts get grabbed at one point, forcing a yelp from het throat. She rushes down the stairs, and turns into the hallway where her room is.

There’s a few cleaning carts in the hallway. She decides to take a peek at them, but when she tries to snag a hand towel from one, she’s caught by the room service lady. “Crazy naked lady put down the towel!” The woman yells in a middle eastern accent. Emily complies, but makes a mental note of these towels. Maybe she can sneak one later…

She follows the long hallway, until she finally reaches her room. She sighs. Maybe she will just take a nap, or sit on the balcony, now that they are out of port. Maybe she’ll read a book. So many things that sound better than running around naked in front of hundreds of people…

Emily reaches out for the door handle, and turns it.