Keely the streaker!

"The number you have called is not available. Please leave a message after the tone."

"Georgia, it's Keely! I need you to bring some clothes to the Brazil HQ building! Please hurry!"

After texting the same message to her training partner Georgia Bell, Keely padded silently down the corridor until she reached a stairwell.

The air was FREEZING on her bare body, but wrapping one arm around her breasts, Keely began to make her way down, frantically dialing and re-dialing Georgia's phone; but still, no answer.

It wasn't long before she heard footsteps climbing towards her. Whimpering, Keely continued to pad downwards, focusing her eyes on her bare feet as the Brazilian delegation passed her.

The sudden appearance of a naked woman unsurprisingly shocked them, allowing Keely to slip past. But she wasn't quite so lucky for the rest of her descent.

Phone cameras flashed as she was immortalised forever, hands reached out and squeezed her curves, and while she didn't understand the language, she knew the jokes were derogatory ones.

By the time she had reached the lobby, word had spread about the presence of a naked British woman.

Keely ran towards the exit, bare feet slipping on the smooth floor, as cameras flashed and laughter rang in her ears. Why was no one helping her?!

She burst outside, and sprinted across the courtyard and into a copse of trees. Crouching down behind a bush, Keely caught her breath, wiped away her tears, and collected her thoughts.

Peering out from her hiding place, the nude blonde attempted to find her bearings, but it was hard to do so when replaying the events of that morning over and over in her head.

Who sleeps with somebody, and then throws them out naked?! Even if she'd been terrible, surely that didn't constitute public humiliation? Or was this some strange Brazilian tradition?

Whatever the answer, Keely knew she could contemplate further once she was fully dressed.

Georgia still wasn't answering her phone (where could she be?!), and Keely had no wish to be outside in her birthday suit any longer than necessary.

Readjusting her arms across her bare torso, the young Brit waited until the coast was clear, and sprinted to the next hiding spot she had spied.

If Georgia wasn't going to come and rescue her, Keely would have to get back to Team GB house by herself.