Go in the front.

Page goes in through the front. She could try and find a way through the back, but what then? She had to get a key to even enter her own room.

She took a deep breath and kept a hand behind her. It was some camouflaged way of hopefully making it seem like she had more covering her butt than she did. She kept her other hand loosely close to her front, looking around the belt. She had to keep it steady and down. It shook with each step, moving up and down her hip. She kept pushing at it to keep it steady. It had to cover everything.

She made her way to front door and a man in a hotel uniform nodded good morning to her, then traced her body as she stepped in. She felt herself shiver as he did. Inside, there were people all around, entering elevators, going to get drinks... At least she was not the center of attention, but it really felt like it. Every noise caused her to look, seeing if it was someone staring.

Someone was. The man behind the front desk was looking expectedly at her. She walked up. "Um, I'm Page Bishop. Room 305, I lost my key."

The man raised a brow. On the other side of the counter, only her top could be seen. To help with this, she pressed her chest against the standing counter, which was luckily just at the right height to cover the man's view downward. With her front against a desk, she focused both hands to cover her behind.

"Alright. Any ID?"

Page realized the error to her plan. She really had nothing. "Um, no. I can show ID when I go up in the room, though, but my friend has all my stuff. Please, I just need to get up there."

"I am afraid I can not let just anyone enter one of our guest's rooms. Please understand."

Page could not believe it. She really had made it this far and could do nothing. "No, YOU understand!" She said a little louder, leaning forward. She regretted this. People were looking at her. Her butt was slightly leaning back, protruding against the belt. Arching her back a bit while doing this, her chest pressing against the desk, the pressure built against the back of her tied shirt. It came loose, the ends very short. She felt her back fully exposed, and her front loosen. She backed slightly. The man looked down. Her chest was still covered. The circle of fabric around her neck looped down across her breasts. The sides of the shirt barely curved around her form, as if she was covered by just a large necklace of fabric. More of the sides of her chest were revealed, and she straightened her back to not let it lean forward.

The man blinked, watching her cleavage. Then, he cleared his throat. "Wait, Page Bishop? There was another, um, Ms. Vane."

Jodie! Page nodded.

"She asked me to leave a message." He was still looking down to her chest. Page felt more embarrassed as he did. She moved one hand to her front, keeping the circle of fabric in line. The man blinked again, and pulled out a piece of paper. "For Page Bishop, room 305. Normally I would not hand a message over without proof, but if you prove to not be her I suppose I can do it orally."

Page reached out for the paper. As her fingers brushed it, it fell. It dropped to the ground. She looked fearfully at it, then to the man, who had the slightest smirk. Page looked around. After her short outburst, there were at least a dozen watching her now. Would none come up to help? Of course, everyone who helped her so far ended up getting hurt in some way.

Page held her breath and slowly bent her knees. She began to reach for it, not letting herself be anything but rigid. The man spoke again.

"I could just tell you." The man was looking down at her.

Page stood up. "Alright."

The man said nothing. He only kept staring at her chest.

"Well?"

"I said could." He was sounding more smarmy now. Page groaned and looked back to the paper. It was gone. "Wha?"

"Here you go." A voice said. She looked further to the right and saw a small boy, not six years old, holding the paper up to her. The boy was just a step away. "Did you drop it?"

"Yes!" Page said with a smile and bent down to grab it. She took a step forward for it, one hand still behind her keeping the belt in line. She did not, however, remember her top. That was new. As she began to stand back up straight, and the boy rejoined his parents who were milling their way toward the elevators without paying attention, she realized that bending forward was everything she was trying to avoid.

The necklace of scrap fabric that loosely covered her front now hung perpendicular to the ground. With her own chest not perpendicular to it, it mean the fabric had removed itself from her skin, and hung loose from her neck. The entirety of her chest was revealed from the sides, as the man behind the desk was looking at her. The fabric was hanging right at the tips of her breasts. She was unsure what he could see, but at the right angle...

She stood up straight and put a hand on her chest to keep the fabric in line. She quickly looked down at the note, opening it with her fingers.

"Haven't seen you. Know you can't get in. Wait in commons I'll check back every ten minutes or so. Jodie."

She looked back up to see the man still smiling at her. He now pointed to the left, to where it said commons. It was a large seating area for people who had gotten drinks, or were waiting, or just wanted to sit a while. In there were at least forty, maybe fifty people. "Good luck." He said.