Yes. She does.

Finally, she reached her floor, the hallway stretching out before her like a golden pathway. She padded down the corridor, her hands still covering her body, her heart still racing with fear. But with each step, she felt her confidence growing, her relief deepening.

As she reached her room, Emma's hand trembled slightly as she inserted her key card into the reader. The door swung open, and she slipped inside, her eyes closing in bliss. She was safe. She was hidden. She was alone.

Emma locked the door behind her, her hands still shaking. She leaned against the door, her eyes closed, and let out a deep breath. It was over. The agony, the panic, the humiliation – it was all behind her now. She could finally start to rebuild her dignity, to erase the memory of her **** naked dash throughout the hotel. But for now, she just stood there, savoring the safety of her room, the security of being hidden from the world.