Behind the cart

The elevator doors open and two women in their thirties are coming your way. One is swaying slightly probably from too much ****. You get close to the cart of dirty dishes and crouch down.

"Hey, maybe there are some more towels in this cart?"

"Get back here. That's looks like dirty dishes."

Then extremely close, a female voice said, "I'll just check anyway." After a moment, she said, "Alright."

Then you see the women move past you and if they only turned around, you would be seen. After they go about four rooms down, they stop and fumble with the key. You hope no one turns their head in your direction. Finally, the door opens and they disappear inside and you hear the door lock.

You know you can't stay here and try to figure out a plan to get back into your room. You don't want to take the elevator. An exit sign at the end of the hallway looks promising. He walk toward that and then you hear a door behind you open and a man and woman talking. You have to run as fast as you can and only hope they don't see you. You can't help glancing back and then you spot them in the hallway as the man is looking at his cellphone. The woman continues to talk to him and no one is looking in your direction.

The elevator dings and you know when the doors open anyone in there will see your naked butt running away.