Keely tries to get her clothes back

It was a long time later that Keely Hodgkinson finally emerged from her room.

She'd taken a long time working on her appearance; covering as much skin as possible by wearing a freshly-laundered Team GB tracksuit, a comfortable set of bra and panties underneath. Her long, blonde hair had been washed, dried, and curled, and she'd also labored for a long time on her make-up.

With the day's sporting action by now in full swing, the Village was much quieter as the 22-year-old walked over to the food hall, enjoying the sensation of her feet being inside socks once again.

After satisfying her hunger, Keely sought out the Team GB translator. She had thought long and hard about how she was going to explain her dilemma in sufficient detail without spilling too many of the facts; the last thing she needed was someone else finding out about how she was kicked out naked, and then **** to streak through the Village!

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By the time they arrived at the Brazil HQ, Keely's face as the same hue as her tracksuit. While the translator conversed in Portuguese, the blonde looked around nervously. Who here had seen her fleeing the premises that morning? Where they even now remembering what her body looked like without clothes?

"So it's good news!" the translator informed Keely. "Your clothes are still here. But they've made it pretty clear that if you want them back, you'll have to get them yourself."

"Seriously?" Keely scoffed. Why couldn't they just hand over her possessions themselves? A long walk back through the building would only unearth more embarrassing memories that she had no intention of reliving. "Fine."

"They also said that you can't go any further into the building unless you're naked."

"W-what?!"

"They said it shouldn't be a big deal, because they've already all seen you naked."

"Not a big deal! I'll be fricking naked!" she really wished the translator would stop laughing.

"We either leave now, or you strip off and go and get your stuff. They're our two choices."

"Have you told them that we don't walk around naked all the time in the UK?" the Olympian asked, clutching at straws.

"Yeah, they don't care about that. Oh, come on, Keely, don't be a spoilsport!" the translator giggled when she saw the younger woman's face.

"It's not you who's getting naked!" the blonde girl fumed as she began to undress.

"I don't have your body though," the translator remarked. "Nice ass, by the way!"

By the time the Brit had donned her birthday suit, a large crowd had gathered in the lobby.

"Mario will take you up, I'll wait with your clothes until you come back."

Wishing the ground would swallow her up, Keely retraced her bare footsteps from earlier that day.

She just hope that the Brazilians wouldn't humiliate her any further.