The Options Laid Bare

The nude Elizabeth took a split second to assess her surroundings. She was surrounded by doors in the hallway of what appeared to be a Victorian estate. Still cradling her sizable breasts and most secret treasure with her hands and arms, Elizabeth began frantically running, as if she could escape her predicament with agility alone. Her lithe legs pumped, air flying around her and chilling her in places she would rather not acknowledge.

While her body was in a mode of flight, however, Elizabeth's beautiful brain was busying itself elsewhere. She was, after all, a remarkably intelligent young lady. Now, she could open a tear....but Elizabeth was certainly feeling a lot less adventurous in what appeared to be a causally unclothed state. The boot. It had....well it had vanished from her rather beautiful small foot. She steeled herself and embraced the truth she had long known. Constants. Left leg. Variables. Right leg. Constants. Variables. Naked. UGH!

Doe-eyes darting from side to side, Elizabeth realized she was running out of hallway to travel. Seizing all of her willpower, Elizabeth stopped-and noticed the open first floor window a tad too late. Skidding to a halt, Elizabeth was greeted by an even colder breeze as her hands found the corners of the frame.

Looking down, she saw a glorious courtyard full of cushy topiary decorations and a sign reading....oh dear, she really was in trouble, wasn't she?

For the sign read Hotel Columbia. This wasn't an estate at all. All of a sudden, Elizabeth's ears began to pick up the hustle and bustle of guests through the walls-she was lucky not to have a hundred eyes roaming her skin at this very second. Elizabeth moved her hanging hair out of her eyes with one hand.

And at the thought, Elizabeth noticed her beautiful breasts hanging free as she leaned nude out of the window.

She inwardly shrieked and clutched two hands over her rosy nipples, safe for the time being.

Or maybe not. Because that was most certainly a person- a man walking up to the door of the Hotel Columbia.

The man's eyes flicked upward. And then he shook his head. He must be seeing things.
For the bare girl was already gone, a ball of nervous flesh beneath the window sill.

Elizabeth felt the carpet on her fine derriere and realized that she had only a few options.

Opening a tear was her least favorite option. It was what had gotten her into this mess. And who knows what would be on the other side? For all she knew, she'd be running smack dab into ultimate exposure. And what would she do then?

She could find a room in this place, somewhere to hide. But of course she'd have to remember to check the keyholes. She shuddered as she imagined barging into a room in use as naked as the day she was born.

Her other option, of course, was to jump. There had been a bush just below the ledge. Sure, she'd be sacrificing cover but....

Well coverage wasn't really generous at this point anyways, was it? She heard the door close below and the footsteps of fine suede shoes.

The bell at the welcome desk.

Elizabeth made her decision.