Carla's wardrobe is too feminine

Just as Veronica was leaving, Carla took her entrance. Rachel was hoping that she would have something for her to wear, but she was empty handed.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry... all my clothes are too girly! They wouldn't compliment such a man like you."

Rachel tried to insist her way out of this. "No, no, that's quite alright! I'm fine with a little pink, it's better than being naked."

"Oh, sweetie, you don't understand..." Carla's voice became sultrier as she took her left hand to Rachel's chin, pointing it up to make eye contact. "I don't mean pink. I mean dresses and frilly, girly stuff. You don't want to be a prom princess or a schoolgirl, do you, stud?"

"I mean..." Rachel's hesistancy began to turn Carla on even more.

"Look at you," Carla let go of Rachel's chin but grabbed both of her wrists, "all locked out and naked in the wilderness, like the toned warrior you are. I've been dreaming of a long-haired Conan to take me and ride me like a steed."

With that, she took both of Rachel's hands and grabbed her own firm torso with them. "Do you like this? How does it feel? Is it better than those chubby boobies earlier?"

Rachel pulled her hands away from this situation. "Look, I don't want any trouble. I just want to get dressed and get back in my apartment."

"Oh, poor baby," Carla pouted, "you're so sweet and defenseless. Don't worry, mama's going to help you."

Rachel didn't like where this was going, so she started to get up to leave, all the while keeping the pillow on her crotch with her left hand. "I-I- I better get going."

"Oh no you don't!" Carla became much more aggressive, and grabbed the pillow. A tug-of-war ensued between Rachel and Carla, but with a resounding pull Carla pulled it away from Rachel and threw it across the room. "Stop being such a gentleman and give me that di-" Carla turned back around and looked at Rachel's crotch before stopping.