The phone rings

Emma moves towards her skirt, tugging it a little and finding it well and truly stuck, but before she can investigate further there's a ringing sound from the front desk.

"Fuck," she mutters, freezing for a moment and looking between the skirt and the desk. Finally taking a breath, she leaves the skirt behind, turning around the running towards the desk, giving you a chance to admire her thong clad arse as she runs.

As Emma reaches the desk, you smile to yourself, clicking your fingers, and laughing a little as the phone instantly stops, leaving an exasperated Emma stood there with her thong still on full display.

Cursing under her breath Emma turns, heading back towards where she abandoned her skirt.