No, Mackenzie's belongings are lost for good

Mackenzie sat in the waiting room and tried not to draw attention to herself. Which, of course, was pointless. The fact that she was completely naked was drawing plenty of attention all on its own. Almost everyone of the nearly three dozen waiting patrons was watching Mackenzie's feeble attempts to retain her modesty with nothing but her hands. Some openly stared and leered while others tried to be subtle, casting sideways glances from over their phones and magazines.

"And I thought this place was supposed to be high class," a well dressed woman muttered, just loud enough for Mackenzie to hear. The redhead blushed more deeply but didn't look over towards the woman.

It's not my fault this dumb spa lost my clothes and then threw me out here, Mackenzie griped internally. Oh god I hope they find them soon...

"Such a beautiful painting," a young looking man mused aloud as he held up his phone. He began photographing the art hanging on the wall above Mackenzie before subtly (in his mind, at least) angling his phone slightly lower and taking several pictures of the redhead's nude form.

Mackenzie grimaced but, once again, didn't acknowledge the man in any way. She couldn't exactly afford to make a scene, given her undressed state. The sooner the employees found her clothes and purse the sooner she could get the hell out of here!

At one point, a woman who had been glaring daggers at Mackenzie had huffed off towards the front desk, and clearly began complaining to the receptionist. As if to further add insult to injury, Mackenzie could have sworn she heard the girl at the front desk say something along the lines of "she just likes to be that way" but Mackenzie wasn't close enough to be sure.

And so, Mackenzie sat there, enduring similar comments and leers by her fellow spa patrons, for the next six hours. It was an agonizing wait for the beautiful bombshell, with new customers cycling in to replace the ones who left to get their treatments. There was always someone who seemed to be just arriving to the spa and they were invariably quite surprised to see a blatantly naked woman curled up on one of the chairs. Eventually, as the end of the business day slowly approached, the waiting room began emptying. After what felt like an eternity, Mackenzie finally found herself alone in the waiting room. The redhead was utterly exhausted. Any relaxation she'd enjoyed earlier had been cancelled out and then some by the stress of having to present her naked self to strangers all day.

Finally, the receptionist got up from the front desk and walked over to Mackenzie. It was the unhelpful snarky woman Mackenzie had last talked to, not the more cheerful and seemingly apologetic one from earlier.

"Sorry, but we couldn't find your stuff," she said, not sounding particularly sympathetic to Mackenzie's plight.

"Really?" Mackenzie groaned. "So what am I supposed to do?"

"Well, we're closing in ten minutes, so you're gonna have to leave."

"L-leave?!" Mackenzie asked, incredulously. "How do you expect me to leave without my clothes?! Without my car keys?!"

"Sounds like a You Problem," the employee said indifferently.

"But you're the ones who lost all my things! You can't seriously just send me out there naked!"