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You scamper past the doors as quickly as possible, hoping no one saw you. However, as you stop on the other side, you hear some of the women wonder aloud about a naked dude running around. Your heart pace quickens when you hear them joke about coming out to the hall to find him, but they laugh it off since a naked guy streaking was seemingly implausible and they chocked it up to seeing things.

Breathing a sigh of relief, you continue your naked trek to the end of the hall, where your biggest obstacle was: the lobby! No more cover to hide behind. Just the front desk, a large expanse of floor, and then you. It also didn't help that large plate glass windows and doors facing the street would be directly behind you as you stood t the front desk.

Nevertheless, you want to get it over with. Luckily the lobby was devoid of people. You cover your junk with both hands and gingerly make your way to the front desk and ring the bell for service. To your chagrin, an attractive young lady walks out and greet you with a smile. Since the counter is at belly level, she can't tell you're naked. You take a deep breath and explain your situation.

"HI, my name is John Doe. I checked in earlier today and was given a room, but now when I go back there, my code doesn't work and someone else is in there claiming it is their room..."

"OK, Mr. Doe I'll see what I can find..." the friendly young lady, whose name tag said 'Alice'.

After a few minutes (which felt like an eternity of standing naked in the lobby), she was able to find the relevant records.

"Oh! I see what happened. You were upgraded to the master suite. Its on the top floor. I here a Bachelorette party is staying up there. I hope they don't cause you too much trouble. Here is your room number and the code. Your belongings should all be accounted for and waiting for you inside." She smiled, handing you a post it note.

You thank her, hoping she would leave, but instead she stands there looking at you. The post it definitely isn't enough to cover any part of you, so you dejectedly turn and walk away, covering your crotch with both hands in case anyone enters. As you step away from the counter, Alice is finally able to see all of you.

"Wow! Really embracing our clothing optional guidelines, Mr. Doe!"

You blush and go to the bank of elevtors. As much as you'd like to take the stairs and avoid any unnecessary interactions while naked in an elevator, the journey to the top floor seems treacherous to say the least. You press the button, and hope the elevator is empty when it arrives...