No, it's locked.

Her heart skipped a beat. That wasn’t supposed to happen. She glanced into the window. No one was home, and her clothes were nowhere to be seen! Where could they have gone? She frantically looked around for any sort of clue. She spotted the cleaning lady in the distance carrying a basket full of dirty laundry. Her mind swiftly connected the dots.

A yell of: “Wait!” could be heard echoing in the lot. It was loud enough to snap Elena out of her mind and back to the naked reality. Since she was still facing the dressing room, she saw in the reflection of the window that a very beefy man clad in the blue uniform of the studio’s security detail was currently approaching her. The brunette petrified out of trepidation and moved her hands to conceal as much as they could of her backside.

“Miss, I’m sorry, but we can’t have actresses wandering around the studio in the nude. Can you give me your name so that I may show you back to your room?”

He believed she was an actress? Elena felt oddly flattered, despite the circumstances. Without turning around, she tried to play the guard to her benefit. “I’m Carmen DeMoon and I accidently locked myself out, can you be a dear an open the door for me?” she said doing her (sadly) much practiced impression of Jay Mattlen.

“Oh really? Because I just saw Carmen exit the studio in a limo.”

“…”

The guard exhaled. “That’s the third stalker this month,” he muttered under his breath. “This is private property, I’m going to have to take you out of the studio. Follow me and don’t dare try anything, unless you want to spend the night in jail.”

Hold on, was he going to throw her outside? Naked? Into the streets? Smack in the middle of the city? In broad daylight? No, no, no NO! He couldn’t do that! Elena shivered thinking just how many people would see her au natural just at the entrance. And that wasn’t even considering her walk in front of the crème de la crème of the film industry all the way there. She would surely combust in shame! “No, Wait! I’m not a crazy fan, I swear. I also work here!”

“Then show me your employee card.”

Elena looked at the ground and shifted her feet awkwardly. “I don’t have it on me. B-but it’s probably on that room, or at least in the dirty laundry, along with my clothes.”

The guard rolled his eyes.“Yeah, right. You are coming with me.”

Crap. It seemed like bargaining wouldn’t work. What would secret agent Elena do in this situation? Probably something like a judo throw. Failing to have any martial arts knowledge, Elena quickly spun around and head-butted his stomach, knocking the guard onto the ground. She then dashed out of there as fast as she could.

“Ow! Get back here!” the guard yelled and began to chase her.

With the guard in hot pursuit, Elena sprinted all around the dressing room lot, her arms nervously shifting from concealing her intimates to moving back and forth for speed. More and more famous stars were peeking out to see what the commotion was about. The poor assistant could feel herself getting more and more flustered. She was being chased nude around her workplace in front of a crowd of befuddled celebrities, now she really was reliving her nightmare.

Elena exited the lot and turned a corner to enter an alleyway between two big warehouse-like buildings. She noticed a conveniently placed wooden box and ran to hide inside. The guard soon followed.