You try to hide

With moments to spare, you twist your body and move to the side of the elevator with your arms crossed over your chest. You hold your breath and pray that they don't turn around and see you.

They step out of the elevator and walk down the hall, laughing. You catch a joke about yourself and how you're probably still awake in bed judging them for having fun. You'd roll your eyes but your predicament takes priority.

With your heart pounding in your ear, you hold your breath as they walk away from you towards the first corner. Thankfully they round it without looking back in your direction.

As you wait for their voices to fade, awareness of your situation returns. You look down at the limp jewellery connecting your nipples expectantly and are grateful when nothing happens. It seems as if you're a 'normal' topless woman in a hotel hallway.

Nervously, you rush back to your hotel room, hoping that nobody else runs into you. The only sounds are your sneakers padding on the thick carpet and the jingle of the chain through the fingers supporting and hiding your bare chest.

You get to your room and rest your back on the closed and locked door, sighing with relief.

You lay in bed for hours trying to sleep. Despite being tired, every time you get close to sleeping, a tiny movement in the gold chain wakes you again.

It almost feels to you like a person is running their finger along the chain, thoughtfully. Perhaps planning.