She ends up close to naked.

Candace breathed heavily, staring at herself in the mirror. She cursed herself for wearing such a thin, white shirt, but knew nobody was looking at her chest at the moment. She sighed, ready to face the panty situation.

Candace almost screams, but at the last second, slaps a hand over her mouth. Her panties have gotten caught again, this time snagged in the bathroom door. She tugs on them, but quickly realized that they were tangled in the hinge of the door. If she pulled, they'd be as useless as a napkin.

She steeled herself, then pulled her remaining leg out of the ruined panties. She was now nude from the waist down. Candace wanted to cry, looking around the bathroom for something to cover herself, and finding nothing.

Maybe she could take her shirt off and use it as a shitty skirt? But that was trading one problem for another. It didn't look like there was a ton of toilet paper left, but maybe she could make a toilet paper skirt? That would be odd and attention-grabbing, but at least it would cover her up somewhat. Or maybe the correct solution was to ask someone for help? Opening the door sounded mortifying, but what other choice did she have?

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "Miss?"

Whatever she decided, she had to do it quickly.