A view through the window.

You tip-toe through the hallway, one hand over your crotch in case you get surprised again by another party-goer, perish the thought. Nadia probably didn't have another bathroom up here, but maybe a linen closet or something? A laundry room- no, that was probably down stairs- what else could you look for? Passing through the window, cautiously checking each door, you stop in front of a window looking into the backyard.

Things seem to be in full swing outside, people- women, specifically- splashing in the pool, diving off the diving board, generally having fun. Someone even seemed to have made water balloons, and a few of them were having fun with those. Still more were just lounging around, and Nadia seems to have brought food out, and there were those drinks that your friend in the bathroom had overindulged in. Plenty of people outside having plenty of those, too.

Worryingly, you can't see your backpack or shirt on the lawn chair you'd tossed them onto. The shirt wouldn't really help you cover up the parts you wanted to, but you couldn't leave without the keys in your backpack. As you scan the surroundings for them, your eyes eventually fall on Nadia- just as she looks up and sees you too. Her face brightens, and she points you out to the women she was talking to: a couple of women you don't recognize, Jen, who waves with a knowing smirk, and Diana who smirks as well, though she doesn't look up to meet your eyes. Nadia motions for you to come down and you **** a shaky smile and hold up a finger for her to wait a moment; Nadia is apparently not satisfied by this as she gives a short gesture to her group, before disappearing into the house below you.

Uh-oh. Your host and friend was about to walk upstairs and find you bare naked and semi-erect in her house. You desperately look around for a place to hide or a way out, but you don't have much time.