The tie from a bathrobe

Candace looked down at him in total disbelief, yet took the skinny piece of cloth he offered her. "W-what do you..."

He stared back up at her, as if he'd handed her a set of long johns, and she was the one being ridiculous.

They both jumped as a carousel near theirs buzzed out an alarm. Another round of peoples' bags would be arriving soon, and with it, another planeful of passengers.

Candace's heart rate picked up. "What am I supposed to do with this?" she whispered, looking around again.

David had the audacity to shrug. "You seem like the creative type," he said. "I'm gonna go call the Uber, meet me out at the curb one you're dressed."

Candace's breath quickened, and she looked down at the pathetic scrap he'd left her with. It was a long white terrycloth strip, about an inch and a quarter wide. She looked up at suitcases appearing on the nearby carousel, then down at her aroused body, and she knew she was fucked.