There is no towel!

"Diana, just please hand me a towel!" You beg while checking both sides of the hallway, hoping nobody came upstairs as the cold air conditioning causes you to shudder. "Before someone comes!"

The only response is complete silence again and you're seconds away from giving up before Diana quietly mutters, "There aren't any in here; I think Nadia has them all in the washing machine."

"What?" You shout before giving yourself an imaginary slap to the face as screaming wasn't going to help keep people from coming up here and seeing your exposed body. "I mean- then why did you take my trunks in the first place?"

"Uh..." Before Diana can explain, a door is heard opening from downstairs as Nadia's voice calls out, "Diana? John? You guys okay up there?"

That's when panic begins to flow throughout your body as you hear the wooden stairs creak, meaning Nadia was on her way up!

"Please Diana let me in!"