The ship has other ideas

Before Mackenzie could finish hesitating, an even bigger sway occurred, this time in the other direction.

The towel-clad redhead was caught off guard by the sudden shift, and her damp bare feet certainly didn't help her keep her balance.

SPWAP! Mackenzie flopped right out of her towel and onto the floor. The damp flesh of her naked ass slapped the floor and reverberated around the room. She grunted from a little bit of pain, but mostly due to surprise.

Mackenzie laid back on the ground with her hands over her intimates, wallowing in her misfortune for a few seconds. The white fluffy fabric of her towel dangled above her, tickling her bare chest with the very edge of its threads as the ship rocked it side to side. Her tiny purse was still hanging from her shoulder and hadn't lost any of its contents. "...At least I didn't spill my crap everywhere again," grumbled Mackenzie to herself.

THUMP! Mackenzie's suitcase slammed the bathroom door wide open again.

With her feet sticking out of the stall, her head toward the toilet, and her back on the cold tile floor, Mackenzie lifted her head to look toward the noise. She peered over the pale mounds of her bare boobs with their pointed pink nipples, across her glistening abdomen, past her damp crimson bush, beyond her pale outstretched legs, and finally at the open doorway her luggage just attacked.

Her suitcase thankfully hadn't made its escape yet. It was stopped, wobbling in place in the doorway again.

It was another sight altogether that frightened Mackenzie and woke her up from her little pity party.

Beyond her suitcase, Mackenzie saw a person.

The janitor was seemingly finished cleaning Mackenzie's puke spot, and was now wheeling his hallway-scrubbing machine right by the bathroom door. His head was turned toward the door, directly in the direction of Mackenzie, causing her to gasp and scramble upright.

The naked redhead frantically clamped one hand between her legs, clenched her knees together, and clutched her bare boobs behind the forearm of her other arm. She tried scooting back into the stall, but the wet floor and her occupied hands meant she couldn't get her butt into gear nor out of sight. She quietly squealed and tried getting up, but the slippery floor wouldn't allow that either. Momentarily removing her boob arm so she could pull at the towel didn't get it much lower than her clavicle. She managed to get one corner over a single breast, but that certainly was waaay less cover than she wanted, so she switched back to covering with her arm.

Mackenzie saw the janitor lingering there just a few feet outside the doorway. He stopped in his tracks, looked like he was about to approach the bathroom, and was staring right toward the naked redhead.

The door was taking what felt like ages to close.

All Mackenzie could do was cringe and await her humiliation.

It was official, Mackenzie couldn't escape her chronically embarrassing life.