Get to her Office.

Tiffany froze in place, considering her options. "I can't believe I stripped out of my clothes at the party. Oh god... How many people saw me..." Tiffany said to herself. She desperately hoped she hadn't done something so severe it would get her fired. "What if someone stole my clothes while I was passed out? Then I'd have no way to get dressed. If I can't find any clothes..." Tiffany thought in horror, imagining her coworkers watching and enjoying her helplessly parade the office stark naked in a feeble attempt to clothe herself. She shook her head, trying to focus. "Priority one is to find my clothes. And my keys, and purse. If I stay out here much longer though, someone will see me, and the whole office will find out in no time." She considered which place might stand the best chance of housing her clothes, before snapping her fingers as she whispered “My office!”, and began moving down the corridor towards her office on the other end of the building.

As she tip-toed her way quickly but cautiously through the corridor, Tiffany caught a glimpse of herself in the glass of an office window with the blinds down. She blushed, thinking about how embarrassing it would be if someone appeared in front of her, and she had to interact with them as she passed. "These are people I see every day. They'd have my naked body imprinted in their mind for good. My decency would mean nothing here." She thought to herself, as she ducked underneath and crawled past a window with open blinds.

Tiffany was surprised to have no encounter the whole way across the office, but she shrugged. The only times anyone left the sanctity of their office spaces on her floor, was for meetings and breaks. Even most communication on the floor outside of the meetings was handled through e-mail, so there could be a traceable paper trail to clear up discrepancies. Because of this, Tiffany was able to breath a sigh of relief, as she closed the door behind her and turned the blinds to conceal her room. "Finally. Safety."

Tiffany quickly set about scouting the room for any potential garments to cover herself. "Come on... A jacket, anything at all..." She begged, digging through the drawers of her desk. Suddenly, she heard the loud ring of her desk phone, and nearly jumped three feet in the air. She was initially thankful that nobody had opened the door and caught her, but raised an eyebrow. "Wait. Nobody ever uses the phones anymore."

Reaching onto the desk, Tiffany sank into her cushioned chair, and shivered as she felt her bare ass come in contact with the soft cloth. She pulled the phone off the resting position, and held it up to her ear.