Clothes? Where?

Miranda ran as fast as her heels would let her. They were taller than she was use to so it took some effort but finally she made it to the dressing room.

She didn't wait she tore off her fishnets and heels and threw them in the garbage.

There was a shower in the room and she felt so dirty that she hooped in. The hot water was exactly what she needed. But it didn't feel like it would ever get her clean. Finally she turned it off and reach for a towel.

Only she didn't find one. She looked and realized to late there was no towels. The dripping wet perfect human cursed and went to the dresser where she stored her clothes.

Only they weren't there!!

"What the bloody hell?!" She threw open every drawer and found nothing. No blanket. No towel. Nothing she could cover herself with.

She was stuck in a strippers dressing room, on Omega, with no clothes!

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Miranda instinctively covered her wet body at the sound.

Whoever it was kept knocking and wasn't going away by the sound of it.