Nope. Turns out the bathrooms are closed.

Emma eventually took a quick peek around the potted plant, her eyes fixed on the lobby bathrooms. She could see the doors, just a short dash away. But as she looked closer, her heart sank. A bright yellow sign hung on the door handle: "Closed for Maintenance". She felt like she'd been punched in the gut.

She doubled over, her arms still wrapped around her chest, and her hand still cupped over her crotch. The lobby was quiet, with only a couple checking in at the front desk and the receptionist typing away on her computer. Emma knew she couldn't risk making a move, not even to try and find another bathroom. She'd be seen for sure.

She thought about trying to sneak back upstairs, but her room door was still locked, and she had no key. She was trapped, naked and helpless, with no escape from her predicament.

It was getting harder, oh so much harder to keep still. Her bladder protested with increasing urgency, her body screaming for relief. Emma's teeth clenched, her jaw locked in a fierce determination. She won't give in, won't let her body betray her. Not yet, not here...

The couple's voices and the receptionist's occasional keyboard clacks seemed to echo throughout the lobby, reminding Emma of her predicament. She felt like she was going to burst, like her body is going to betray her at any moment. She shifted her weight, trying to find some comfort on the hard floor, but there is none.

Her feet ached, her legs trembled, and her back hurt from standing. Emma's mind was racing, thinking about her acting career, about the red carpets and the flashing cameras, and how she'd always managed to keep her cool. But now, she felt like she's losing her grip. The thought of being discovered, of being seen like this, is almost too much to bear...