Philip's three friends are right outside the door, and your services are volunteered

No sooner have you tossed aside your little robe than Philip calls out, "Bill, Sam, Tom! You can come in now!"

"Wait, what, they're here?" you squeal, just as three guys burst into the room.

"Hey Phil, you get the place? Whoa!"

"Boys! Meet my precious little room-mate. Isn't she something?" Philip asks, bounding over to you as you start to bend for your robe. His hands grasp your arms above the elbows and hold you out toward the three men.

"Philip! My robe!" you hiss, trying to be subtle, even though the boys' leers are as blatant as can be.

"She's something alright!" the skinny one says.

"You said it, Bill," says the fatter of the three.

"Damn straight, Sam," says the last one, who looks to be in the best shape. All three of them check you out eagerly.

"Now Jenny, be a dear and help them out. I'll make some space." Philip says, marching you towards them and giving you a little push.

"Philip, I need clothes!" you hiss back at him.

"Oh I assure you that clothes aren't necessary in here, but I suppose your neighbors might not be so progressive. Here you go," he says, handing you the little robe you'd been wearing and a pair of absurdly high heels.

"Wait..." you protest, but the boys have already led you out the door. The lock clicks loudly, and no sooner have you raised your fist to knock than loud music comes from within.

You pound anyway, calling out his name, but Philip doesn't answer, and you remember your nudity, becoming aware of many eyes on you.