You try to grab the key

Yay, time for physical exercise. Your favorite.

You grab the cold pole with your hands and coil your legs around it. Putting one hand above the other, you pull yourself up. This is like that time in gym class where you tried to climb the rope for a whole hour and still failed. It's as hard as you remember.

No, this is harder than you remember. At least at gym class you didn´t have a crowd looking right at your shapely bottoms and talking behind your back.

Sneaking to the entrance is one thing; you can take your time to move unseen. But, climbing the tallest structure around? There is no way to do it without getting spotted by several curious campers.

As you painstakingly climb up, you can´t help but sweat bullets. You are now over the surrounding rooftops, which means everyone on the camp can see your cute, round butt. Nowhere to hide…

You start to lose your grip, your hands drenched in sweat. You slowly slide down the pole, and your feet touch the dirt once more.

The few campers around clap a sarcastic congratulations. Some ask you why you decided to climb the pole on your birthday suit, their voices carrying a combination of concern and curiosity.

You can´t bring yourself to answer them as your head is still spinning with shame. You put on a show for the whole camp, and for what? You pray that you will not hear any sly pole dancing jokes at your expense over dinner.

The key has won. If you try to climb once more, you´ll probably start sweating again and slide down helplessly. Maybe if you were a little less embarrassed, you would be able to secure a stronger grip on the pole reach the damn thing?