Get dressed in something, find a clothes shop or something nearby!

You call up the hotel to ask about your clothes only too find the cleaning service is run through third party and the customer has no way to contact the agency.

Defeated you sit in your room for a while longer, leading into the late afternoon now.

'I'd better dress in something and go out shopping before the stores close,' you think solemnly.

You open the case again and look through it more closely. Whoever packed this case planned for a trip in the sun. Most of it is short, thin material... for women.

You sigh and once more "shit."

There's enough here for many outfits, certainty someone with experience could make hundreds out of what's packed. From sun dresses to booty shorts, cocktail gowns to punk, skater skirts. Even multiple pairs of shoes and handbags! 'How do women pack so much into these things?'

But no cargo shorts. No baggy jumpers. Nothing even remotely masculine.

Picking through the clothes you begin placing them into piles of non suitable to suitable.

Mini skirt and strapless tube top? Non suitable, obviously.

Thin leggings and crop top? Sigh... suitable.