Check out the minimarket

You try to enter the minimarket, but the clerk, a girl with chocolate skin and smooth hair the color of midnight, stops you at the door. “Where do you think you are going, weirdo? Can´t you read the sign? No shoes, no shirt, no service. Get lost!”

{if Ropa < 4}“Yeah, that´s why I want to get out the street!” You think to yourself while bouncing from feet to feet and squeezing your unmentionables. {else if Ropa > 4} Well, you can´t deny that you aren´t what you´ll call presentable, but still…{endif}

“Actually,” you start your retort. “According to the verdict of the Elliot Naturel vs the State case from 2017, it is illegal for an establishment to forbid entry to customers due to a self-imposed dress code, so let me in, or I´ll sue!“ Ha! And everyone said that you didn’t learn anything from law school!

The girl, Susie if her nameplate is anything to go by, rolls her eyes. “Wait here, I´ll ask the manager.” She turns her head away from you. “HEY CECILIA, THERE IS THIS {if Ropa = 0}NAKED {else if Ropa > 1}HALF NAKED{endif} WEIRDO ON THE DOOR THAT SAYS SHE´LL SUE US IF I KEEP HER OUT!”

“DOES SHE LOOK DANGEROUS?”

“NO, I BET I COULD KICK HER ASS.” Hey! That´s not true! Maybe? She doesn´t seem that strong?

“THEN LET HER IN.”

“Aight, you heard the boss lady. Come on in, but behave. I´m keeping my eye on you.”

A boy on a bicycle whistles as he passes your bare ass down the street. “Yeah, you and everyone else…”