Of course not.

As she walked through the door, she felt a rush of cool air on her skin and brightness engulfed her eyes. This caused her to hesitate as her eyesight grew accustomed to the light. As the world around her grew more into focus, she began to see that she was standing in the brightly lit hotel hallway, completely naked. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized this.

To make matters worse, during her brief hesitation earlier, the door creaked shut behind her and let out a ominous click – it had locked.

As Emma stood frozen in the corridor, her initial panic began to subside, replaced by a determined desire to rectify the situation. She took a deep breath and whispered to herself, "Okay, think this through, Emma." It was time to regain control.

Her mind began to race as she assessed her predicament. Aside from her embarrassing nakedness, a pressing concern was the growing urgency in her bladder. How long could she hold out? The pressure was building, and Emma knew she had to act fast.

Weighing her options carefully, Emma considered seeking help from a passing stranger. But the thought of standing naked in the corridor, **** and exposed, was unbearable. The risk of recognition or, worse, paparazzi lurking around the corner, made her cringe. No, she couldn't bear the thought of being seen like this.