Emma is abandoned

While Emma was shivering and crying in her booth, the Prank'd team were busy preparing food for the girls; while Leylah would be given a normal dish, Emma's was laced with every type of chilli pepper they could get their hands on. Emma's dish would be served in such a way that the nude girl would inevitably splash some of it down herself. At the same time, the signs for the male and female toilets were silently switched.

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"I thought you two girls looked a bit hungry," the waiter said as he placed their plates on the table. "It's on the house."

"No...umm...I'm fine, thanks," Emma lied, **** to drop her arms and expose herself further...only for her rumbling stomach to betray her.

"Thanks!" Leylah smiled, gratefully tucking into her meal.

Emma didn't want to appear rude, and she had to admit that she was starving. Pulling the plate towards her, she re-positioned herself in the booth, picked up her cutlery, and began to eat.

"Maybe try to aim for the mouth!" Leylah teased as Emma ended up with more sauce on her face and neck than in her mouth. With her cheeks full of food, Emma couldn't answer.

It was only after she had swallowed that the Brit underwent the sensation of having placed a piece of molten lava in her mouth, and a few seconds later, down her throat.

Dropping her cutlery, Emma collapsed into a coughing fit and reached for her glass of water, but only succeeded in dribbling most of it down her chin. With her insides burning up, Emma was surprised that she wasn't breathing fire!

While casting about for another solution to cool the volcano inside her mouth, the flustered girl accidently caught her plate with a flailing hand, which flipped the remaining contents over her torso.

Shrieking with a mixture of pain and surprise, Emma struggled out of the booth, looking down at herself in disgust; her front was covered in thick, sticky sauce, which soon began burning her skin.

Aware of everyone looking at her thanks to the commotion she had caused, the brunette sprinted back into the women's bathroom and began splashing cold water over her torso.

She closed her eyes in relief as the cool liquid made contact with her skin, and let out a moan as she rubbed water over her breasts.

A hastily stifled cough caused Emma's eyes to snap open.

A naked girl was looking back at her from the mirror. Brown hair a mess, water and hot sauce dripping from her body, and one foot perched on the edge of the sink, exposing her pussy. In the background, she could see two men staring at her, phones in hand.

"What the fuck!" Emma swore, dropping her bare foot and re-wrapping her arms around her torso. "This is the ladies room!"

"That's not what it says on the door!" one of the men chuckled, phone still recording. "But we're not complaining!"

"What? But-"

Emma was sure that she had hurried through the same door as earlier; but was there a chance that in her wild panic, she'd taken a wrong turn?

"Hey, where are you going?" they laughed as Emma **** her way past them and back into the bar.

"Leylah, please can we-'' the Brit panted, but was shocked into silence; Leylah had vanished, along with her bag, and Emma's t-shirt!

Whimpering, Emma also clocked that the bar was much busier now...so many eyes on her, she had to-

"Excuse me."

Emma squeaked as she turned to see the manager standing over her disapprovingly.

"I understand that you've been getting free drinks all night, which isn't part of our policy, so I'm going to have to ask you to pay for them now. And put some clothes on please, this isn't a naturist resort.

Did this woman think she was dressed like this intentionally, Emma thought. And how was she meant to pay, did it look like she had any money on her?!

"My...my...friend..." Emma stuttered, pointing back at the now empty booth.

"If your friends have already left, that isn't my problem. Now close up your tab and get dressed, before I get you arrested for public indecency and theft."

Emma didn't know what to do. Everyone was staring at her, the manager wasn't going to help her, and if she didn't conjure something from thin air, she was about to have a criminal record.

Losing her head, Emma ran for it.

Her sudden movement caught the manager by surprise, and she was able to evade everyone's grasp and make it out onto the street.

"Hey, stop her! Thief!"

Sobbing hysterically, Emma ran in a direction she knew would lead to her hotel, not caring that the streets were full and cameras were flashing, not caring that the desert air was freezing, or that her bare feet were being sliced to pieces. She just wanted to lock herself into her hotel room, curl up under her bed covers, and never be seen again.