Your clothes are gone.

The brief euphoria from a post massage quickly gets replaced by panic as you awake with you towel missing. You were now lying bare-ass naked on the massage table with nothing to cover up with. Sitting up, you clasp your hands over your privates as your face darts left and right in search for your masseuse. How humiliating would it be if she actually saw you like this? "S-Sam?" you call out just to confirm that you are alone. There was no answer.

Jumping off the table you trot right over to where you left your clothes and...wait a minute. "Where the hell are my clothes!" You could have sworn you left them right here before the massage. Now with your heart hammering at a thousand mile per hour. You have to decide what to do. You could find something to cover up with in this room (if there actually is something), you could look for your clothes outside, or perhaps you could ask an attendant or the front desk for some help.