Miraclously, yes.

At last, the couple finished with their business at the front desk and left. As soon as she was certain that no one else was there, Emma, still clutching her crotch and covering her breasts, mustered up the courage to approach the receptionist's desk.

The lobby was fully empty now, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning and the gentle tick of the clock on the wall. She hoped to find some solace in the receptionist's help, some respite from her **** situation.

"Excuse me," Emma said, trying to sound calm despite her growing desperation. "I'm having a bit of an emergency. I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, but I think I got disoriented in the dark. I walked out of my room by mistake, and the door locked behind me...and I'm not exactly dressed for the occasion."

The receptionist, a friendly-looking woman with a warm smile, nodded sympathetically. "Oh dear, that can be really frustrating," she said, her voice soft and soothing. "Let me see what I can do to help you, Miss...?"

"Watson," Emma replied, her eyes darting around the lobby in search of a solution, her gaze lingering on the door to the bathroom, now tantalizingly out of reach. "Emma Watson. And please, can you help me? I really need to...ah...get back to my room. And find a bathroom. ASAP."

The receptionist nodded again, seemingly starting to understand the gravity of Emma's situation. "Of course, Miss Watson. Let me start the process of getting a new key for you right away. Can you please confirm your room number for me?"

Emma nodded, relieved that the receptionist was taking action. "It's...ah...room 514," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

"But, please," Emma added, trying to reiterate her most pressing need, "I really need to use the bathroom. Now. Can I please just...?"

The receptionist nodded distractedly, still tapping away at her computer. "Yes, yes, Miss Watson. I'll get that key sorted for you right away."

Emma's eyes widened in frustration. Didn't the receptionist understand? She didn't just need a key, she needed a bathroom, and she needed it now! But the receptionist just kept smiling and typing, oblivious to Emma's growing desperation...