The big reveal

Screaming, Emma hugged her chest and sprinted into the hotel lobby.

Fortunately, because of how late it was, the lobby was largely deserted, although there were a few onlookers bemused by the sudden appearance of a naked girl.

"I-I need a spare room key!" Emma panted, after sliding to a stop at the desk.

"Name?" the receptionist asked, smirking.

"Emma Raducanu, room 305!" Emma readjusted her arms and shifted from one bare foot to the other, aware that her bare buttocks were exposed.

"How do I know it's you? Have you got some sort of ID?"

As if on cue, one of Emma's embarrassing adverts played on the TV; testing out some new sports shoes while being nude above the ankle.

"Look, that's me!" the Brit pointed, blushing. The receptionist turned, watching the advert far longer than necessary.

"Ah, yes, now I recognise you."

Emma snatched the key card, and hurried over to the elevators.

Punching in her floor number, Emma closed her eyes and rested her bare back against the wall of the metal box as it began to ascend. This nightmare was nearly at an end...

When the elevator doors opened, Emma cautiously peered out to check that the corridor was empty. Relieved to see that she was alone, the Brit hurried towards her room, her bare feet soundless on the carpeted floor. Her hair was still a tousled, damp mess from her shower, and the powerful air conditioning meant there was a chill in the corridor that the tennis star wasn't suitably dressed for.

Reaching her hotel room, Emma swiped the card. After a few failed attempts, she eventually succeeded in unlocking it. Slipping inside, she stood for a few moments in the dark, sagging against the door, and letting the tears flow down her cheeks.

With her breathing back under control, Emma switched on the lights.

"SURPRISE!"

Emma screamed and cowered behind her arms as she saw that her room was FULL of people.

"What are you doing here?!" she squealed. Once she was over the initial shock, Emma realised that many of the faces looked very familiar...

"Wait...are you...is this...?"

"That's right, Emma," the host said, stepping forward. "Although we all thought you'd have worked it out sooner!"

"Get away from me!" the naked girl squeaked as he approached.

"Come and take a seat over here, Emma, and let's show you how it was done."

"Please can I have something to wear?" she asked in a small voice, shuffling over and sitting down on the edge of the bed."

"You've been naked for the last few hours, Emma, I'm sure you'll be OK for a few more minutes. Besides, you look better without clothes."

Readjusting her arms, Emma turned her attention to the monitor.

As the events of the evening were played back to her in excruciating detail, Emma felt her face becoming hotter and hotter. How had she been so gullible? Of course a real bar wouldn't allow a nude patron! And people didn't get their belongings stolen while showering in real life!

"We've all had fun this evening," the host said as the video ended. "But there's one important thing we need you to do."

"W-what?" Emma asked, tears in her eyes.

"You know..."

Hanging her head in shame, Emma uttered the classic line that ended every episode of the show.

"My name is Emma Raducanu, and I have been Prank'd!"