Head to the Rest Rooms

You float along behind Emma as she darts back to the reception desk and then behind it, out into the back room.

It's just a small storage room, with a couple of chairs and tea making facilities, but she moves straight through it and into the door beyond, stepping into a small modestly decorated bathroom, a couple of sinks and a single toilet stall.

Emma finally pauses, taking a breath and then leaning on the counter. Today was already turning out to be a bad day. Reluctantly she unties the jumper from around her waist, laying it beside the sink and giving you a great view of her thong clad arse once more as she begins frantically looking around the bathroom for anything that she might be able to use.

She curses, realising there are no towels, and for a moment contemplates a toilet paper skirt, but frankly that's ridiculous. There's clearly nothing in here that will help her.