Into the hotel

Trying to keep her breathing steady, Emily makes it across the pool yard and into the internal bar of the hotel, her eyes taking a moment to adjust to the internal lights.

"What do you think you're doing?" a voice suddenly called to her. "I'm sorry, but the hotel policy states you have to wear a shirt when entering."

Emily blinks the last of the sun out of her eyes and spots a middle aged man, one of the hotel staff, walking towards her, pointing finger straight at her exposed breasts. "Sorry?" Emily said, suddenly self-conscious, bringing one arm up to try and cover herself a little.

"I said you can't come in here without a shirt," the middle aged man continued. "It's hotel policy, shirts must be worn in the bar at all times."