There's a knock on the door.

[Originally by SpiralFelix]

Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. "Ma'am? It's the police. Just got a few questions for you."

Mackenzie gulped and slowly opened the door. The policewoman in front of her seemed to be in her 30s with short, dark brown hair framing a cute face. It didn't escape Mackenzie's notice that the officer's eyebrows shot up in surprise at the sight of the underdressed redhead.

"Yes, officer?" Mackenzie asked.

"We got a report from the hotel that you were the victim of a robbery on the beach earlier today?"

"Right." Mackenzie sighed, "Some guy stole my purse and everything in it while I was on the beach. But just now that same asshole stole everything from my hotel room too!"

The officer scribbled down a note before asking, "Ma'am do you... want to get dressed or anything before we continue?" She glanced pointedly at Mackenzie's crotch.

Mackenzie blushed and subconsciously shifted one of her hands in front of her pussy. "I, uh, can't really. All my other clothes were stolen too."

"Ah." The officer said, continuing to write notes. "Mind if I take a quick look around?"

The policewoman took an inventory of all the stolen hotel appliances along with a list of all Mackenzie's stolen items too.

"Okay," she said as she turned to leave. "I'll need you to come down to the station to make your statement and possibly work with a sketch artist." She gave Mackenzie's body another once over before continuing. "But that can wait until you're a bit more settled again. Swing by tomorrow and ask for me, Officer Clark. And call me if anything else comes up." She handed Mackenzie a business card. Mackenzie agreed and the policewoman left.

Mackenzie knew what she had to do next, but she was dreading it. She knew she needed to cancel her credit cards as soon as possible, but with no cell phone or room phone, her only option was to go use one at the hotel's front desk.

Mackenzie gave one more forlorn look at her underdressed state in the mirror before taking a deep breath, grabbing her room key, and striding out into the hall.

Half an hour later, after enduring countless stares by anyone walking through the lobby, Mackenzie had successfully cancelled her cards and ordered a new debit card to be expedited to the hotel for her. Take that, you thieving jerk. she thought, proud of her quick and decisive action.

Mackenzie's new card would hopefully arrive tomorrow, giving her some money to work with again. But in the meantime, Mackenzie had no money, no phone, and virtually no clothing to speak of. Luckily, her hotel stay was already paid for, and that included access to the complimentary meals in the dining hall (but room service would cost extra, which she couldn't afford for now). So Mackenzie wouldn't go hungry.

Thinking about food made her stomach grumble, and Mackenzie saw that the dining hall was indeed open for lunch. It wasn't packed with people, but a small crowd was forming. Mackenzie looked down at her attire and sighed. She didn't look completely out of place at a glance. A few other women were wearing their swimsuits as well. But if anyone looked closely at the attractive redhead, it was fairly obvious that she was wearing a bra and had nothing on under her sarong.

Mackenzie sighed and headed over to the dining hall. She figured she'd have to endure it sooner or later if she ever wanted to eat.