Try going to the front desk

Emily nervously stood up, and crossed her arms across her chest. Feeling self-concious, she nervously walked towards the stairs. As she did, a older woman suddenly burst from her room, dressed in a sparkling blue dress and high heels. Emily stood shocked for a moment, then realized she had no place to hide. She turned her head to the side, hiding her rapidly reddening face.

At first the woman looked surprised, and nearly dropped her purse out of her hands. The shock turned to amusement, as she stifled a laugh. “Did you lock yourself out of your room?” She asked slyly.

Emily blushed deeper, and smiled slightly. “Y-yes. Could you go down to the front desk and get some help for me?” Emily asked, begging for the answer to be yes.

The woman smiled at her, beaming. “And why would I do that?” She said with a grin. “If I still had a body like that, I’d show it off to every face I could!” She said with a laugh.

Emily’s face grew hot at the compliment. “Thank you, but I would really rather stay up here. Others might not be as nice as you are.” She said, letting her hands drop from their place over her breasts. She placed a hand over her face, weakly trying to hide her embarrassment.

“And why does that matter? It’s not about what they think anyway.” The woman responded matter-of-factly. “You’ve got to show off while you’re still young, cute, and beautiful! Before you get to be my age, and get called a pervert!” She said, motioning to her figure. Both Emily and the woman laughed lightly at the joke. “I have to go, but good luck! You’d be surprised what you can get away with at your age!” The woman said with a wink, as she made her way to the elevator. Emily waved back at her, and sat back for a moment in deep thought about the peculiar woman she had met. “What I can get away with?” Emily thought. “What does she mean?”

Emily made her way down the stairs, stopping once to let someone else further down make their way all the way down before continuing. She sat in the stairwell for a moment, thinking contemplatively about what the woman had talked about. “I should show off? What does that even mean?” She thought, confused. “Was she being serious? Why would I ever...” she continued to think, but a certain sensation caught her attention.

She realized she felt... excited? Or possibly aroused? She shook her head. “That’s crazy! It’s not like I’m some exhibitionist who goes around flaunting her body for all to see! The least clothes I wear in public is a tank-top and some shorts! I refuse!” She thought defiantly. Another thought in the back of her mind punched through briefly; one of her walking confidently through the hotel lobby to the front desk, being looked over by at least a dozen onlookers. She imagined walking back, winking at men she caught staring for too long. The thought, while ever so brief, carried an intense emotion with it: desire. She felt like she wanted to do it, that she would need it. Emily sat back, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions in her mind.