Baggage and Accessories

The bandit found themselves in the baggage and accessories department when they climbed the grand staircase of Dinchesters. They let their eyes scan the expanse of the showroom floor, taking in the displays and various racks of products. But importantly, the time-suspended patrons and staff that dotted the showroom that were as much on display as the items that they were perusing and selling.

A stately well-dressed man time-frozen in mid-stride with a leather rolling case still sporting price tags in tow. The man was only a few paces from the grand staircase, so he easily caught the bandit's attention. The bandit steps up to the man and circles him. He was dressed in a nicely fitted tailor suit. Just looking at the suit's cut, the bandit deduces its name brand and not off the rack. The man's tie catches the Bandit's eye. "Well now, I always wanted one in that color!" he remarked as he steps up the time-stopped man. The man looked to be in his fifties but well-aged, a silver fox to the ladies. The silver fox only wobbles in reply as the bandit unties the tie and unthreads it from the silk dress shirt, which, to no surprise, is silk. The bandit lifts the cuff of the man, jacket to uncover, and a black Omega watch. "Do you mind?" they ask with a smirk while looking at the blank face of the time-stopped man. "Of course not," the Bandit replied and unclasped the high-end dive watch and adds it to the tie.

Moving on, the bandit comes upon a staffer that was assisting a male patron with umbrellas. The staffer was a dark-skinned woman with her black hair pulled back in a silky ponytail that fell under her shoulder blades. Her name tag introduced her as Florance. Florance's face was flawless and youthful. She had on some red lipstick that popped against her chocolate skin. Her dark eyes stared aimlessly at the gentleman she was assisting as she held up an umbrella as if presenting a sword to a warrior. The patron was middle-aged and unremarkable, as far as the bandit was concerned. However, just because they could, the bandit slipped the man's billfold from his trousers and added it to their collection. Looking back at Florance, the bandit notes a thin gold chain on the saleswoman's slender neck, the chain clashing with her dark skin. "You don't mind do you?" the bandit asks Florance's empty face as the unclasped the necklace. Before they left Florance and her patron, the bandit' takes a moment to grope at the time-stopped woman's chest.

The tight-fitting trousers tucked into knee-high riding boots caught the bandit's attention. The curly and wild red mane caught their attention next. Aside from her lower half, the redhead was also clad in a leather cropped fur-lined jacket with a matching purse. She was tall with a curvy build that easily made her stand out from the other patrons around her. The bandit just had to meet her. After a quick rifle through her purse, they were introduced to Natalie Wolford, twenty-nine, with her listed height of 177 cm and weight of 65kg. Before dropping the purse aside, the bandit decided to pocket the 400 pounds of notes that Natalie had on hand.

Natalie had been looking over a rack of tote bags when time had come to a stop. She was slightly leaned forward with a hand outreached towards a tote, her French manicured finger nails mere centimeters from the tote she was eyeing. The bandit took hold of her by the shoulders and rotated her so she would face them. The squealing of Natalie's boot soles interrupted the dead silence of the time-stopped department store on the faux wood panel flooring. Natalie's green eyes were half staff while her lips were party slightly in a small grin. She had on a ribbed wool top under her cropped jacket that hugged her well-endowed bust just right. Parting the sides of the jacket, the bandit noted that they could just make out some nipple under the tight wool. Their eyes drift south. The bandit's gaze caught the large gold buckle of the belt that sat loosely at Natalie's shapely hips. "Dressed to the nines," the bandit whistled, their gaze coming back up to Natalie's face.

Feeling a bit bold and aroused by the smouldering redhead, the bandit decided that Natalie's entire ensemble was worth a pilfering. Her arms were moved about and pulled back slightly before her cropped jacketed was slipped off her shoulders. The wool top underneath was short-sleeved exposing Natalie's arms, which were toned but pale and freckled specked. She had on a gold watch and bracelet which were prompted to be plundered next. Her arms were raised above her head and her tall frame only wobbled in reply as the bandit peeled her tight fitting top from time-stopped body. They left her arms above her head as the bandit ogled her large breasts held up by a lacy bra. Her mid-drift had a slight bulge to it that gave her frame shape without the fat. Natalie's belt was removed next before the bandit opened her trousers. The redhead only stiffly wobbled as the trousers were jerked off her hips. The tightness of the trousers caused Natalie's lacy panties to follow, exposing her well-shaven womanhood.

"Oh my..." the bandit gulped. They took a moment to stare at her expose sex for a beat. They pulled her panties back up before the bandit continued. Natalie wobbled side-side as her boots and trousers were removed the rest of the way. She soon only stood in her matching lacy undergarments and a pair of black socks. Her pale legs were thick and muscular, which made the bandit wonder how the redhead kept in shape. The bandit gave Natalie a peck on the lips before they posed her to stand with hands on her hips and a wide, unnatural smile on her lips. "A pleasure madam," the bandit saluted the redhead as they gathered her clothing and continued on.

Natalie Wolford only continued to stare blankly with a fake smile goofy smile plastered on their face. Oblivious to her exposed predicament.