Go after your stuff

Stunned, you go into the hall after your stuff and she slams the door behind you.

More red than a lobster, you frantically start trying to get dressed before anyone sees. Your clothes though and a tangled, inside out mess. You’ve just pulled your shirt over your head when a large, well-muscled man comes out a nearby door.

The man, plainly a security guard, spots you immediately and grins, “What do we have here? A whore naked in the hallway?”