The Police are called

"Look! I know this sounds like some kind of prank," Ali began desperately, "but you've got to believe me! I'm a twenty-five year old adult who has had all her belongings stolen by a thief who tricked me into thinking this was a nudist resort! Please, I need you to call the police!"

"Oh, I'm calling the police, alright." The Receptionist said as he picked up the desk phone and dialed, his eyes never leaving Ali. After a few seconds, he said into the phone. "Yes, police? I have a little trouble maker here who thought it was funny to go streaking through my resort and cause chaos, claiming that she made a reservation here."

Ali felt her stomach drop.

"She appears to be ten at oldest. Possibly twelve."

"TEN?!" Ali shrieked, her voice going several octaves higher as she slapped her hands over her breasts and blushed. "They're not that small!"

"Yes, I'll have my security detain her until your officers arrive and take her to Juvie. Thank you." The Receptionist finished as he hung up the phone...

Just as Ali turned around and sprinted deeper into the resort!

"Get back here! SECURITY!" The Receptionist exclaimed as two women in security uniforms - an overweight blonde and a tall brunette, immediately gave chase.

Ali burned bright red as she finally noticed the large crowd of resort guests she was **** to streak past.