Talk to the security guard

Karen made sure there was no one else around, then she worked up the courage to approach the security guard at the door. She covered her pussy with one hand, and put her other arm across her chest and ran over to him, taking small steps.

"Hey, excuse me!" She whispered loudly as she got closer.

"Whoa!" Said the security guard as he spotted her, "What the hell happened to you!"

"Some arsehole stole my clothes, and left me outside! You have to let me in!"

"Sorry ma'am, for all I know, you're a psycho fan trying to get in and throw yourself at Tom Hiddleston or someone." He said, trying to remain professional and not stare at her.

"I'm not! I'm Karen Gillan, I'm a bloody actress." She insisted.

"Yeah right, and I'm Samuel L Jackson." He replied, laughing.

"I am! I swear!" She said, stomping her bare foot on the concrete.

"Well I'm going to go ahead and assume you don't have a pass or any I.D. on you." He said looking her up and down.

"Well obviously not." Karen said, growing very frustrated. She sighed, "What do I need to do to get in?"