"You take a towel with you."

"Here!" Margaret gave Yuki a weak smile as she picked up the customer's discarded towel, holding it out offering it to Yuki.

Yuki frowned, and sighed, seeing no other option. She quickly grabbed the towel, and turned to tie it around herself. "Better than nothing, I guess..." It wasn't ideal, but the towel was at least big enough to cover everything it needed to. If only it wasn't so breezy... As she finished tucking the towel in place, she turned back to Margaret, who grinned at her solution. With the glare Yuki was giving her, she very quickly stopped grinning.

"Look, I'm really sorry about this whole thing," she said, ushering Yuki to the door, "I mean, I really owe you one, and I promise I'll make it up to you..." With a slight shove, Margaret finished pushing Yuki out. "... But, now I got to get back to work, bye!"

"Wait!" Yuki shouted, one hand reaching out to stop the door from shutting and the other covering her mouth at her own outburst, before darting back down to the hem of the towel. "What am I supposed to do now?" Yuki asked in a harsh whisper, "I can't go back to the front desk like this! What am I supposed to do the rest of the day?"

Margaret pursed her lip, thinking. "Well, I'm sure someone has some spare work clothes. And, hey, with that towel, you just look like a customer headed to the sauna!" Margaret checked her watch and cut Yuki off before she could ask another question. "Look, I'd love to help you, but I really have to set up the room for the next client. Bye!" And with that, she shut the door, this time too quickly for Yuki to block it.

Yuki readjusted her towel, shivering at the slight breeze, and she frantically pondered her next move.

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