Just your glasses

Finally switching off the shower, you push back the screen and blindly reach for the towel rail. You're surprised when your hand touches metal and not the soft cotton of a towel.

Locating your glasses, you push them onto your face...and let out a wail at what you see.

Nothing.

Hannah had left absolutely nothing.

No wet clothes. No dry clothes. No towels or robes. Hannah had removed anything that could be used as cover. Even the toilet paper holder was empty!

Your arms settled around your torso as you pace back and forth, shivering violently and trying to stay calm.

You have few options, none of which are enticing.

You could wait in the bathroom and hope that someone would eventually take pity on you, or risk being seen by venturing out and trying to find something to wear. Hannah clearly wanted you to walk outside in nothing but your glasses, but that was the most nuclear option.

As a pool of water formed around your bare feet, you squeezed your breasts tightly and bit your lip, wondering what to do...