Ditch the dad, follow Laurie

As you follow the cutie into the mall, you see all kinds of women around, most of them looking pretty embarrassed. People seem to regard the newly slutted-up women around them as though their exhibitionism is a little shameful, and certainly not normal, but nobody seems outraged or confused by it.

You can hear the dad behind you blabbing about other improvements you could make his teenager's classmate's clothing, but you ignore him and follow his daughter's cute little ass into the air conditioning he's completely quit worrying about.

You find Laurie sitting on a mall sofa with her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands, staring wistfully at the displays in the diamond store Hardiamonds. She looks like a hot mess, but nobody even notices her, with all the half-exposed young women running around trying to cover themselves, leave, or avoid whatever fresh gaze has landed on them. It's exactly what Laurie was afraid of, being irrelevant and ignored, and you actually made it way worse.

When you sit down beside her, Laurie says, "it's not your fault, you know. You're just trying to do your job." It's like she can read your mind. "It's my stupid dad's fault."

"That may be true, but don't be too hard on him. He obviously cares about you, and it's not like he's the only guy out there with sex on his mind. But I think you already know that."

She isn't crying or anything, but she just looks so down, you would actually like to do something about it. Still, all you can really do is control people's outfits.

"I just wanted to be noticed. I don't wanna be a trashy whore or anything like my dad thinks, I just want to be appreciated."

"I noticed you right away."

"Thanks, but why?" she looks afraid to accept your compliment.

"Mostly because I wondered who you were, the girl bold enough to argue with her dad in front of the mall." She finally smiles and lightens up a little. "It was only a little bit cuz of your cute little bod in your hot little outfit."

"Yeah okay. You still would have noticed me in my dad's stupid hoodie, then, is that it?"

"Yeah, probably sooner, actually. I'd have had work to do at that point."

She laughs and relaxes, leaning back and looking to the silhouette cutouts of slender figures in Hardiamond's windows, their impossibly vague forms punctuated with brilliantly reflective bracelets, brooches, necklaces, and rings.

"I actually sit here a lot," she says. "I used to go in and check out all the new items, but they know I can't afford anything in there so eventually they started to get kinda pushy with me."

"It looks like they have some nice stuff. Why don't we go shopping?"

"What, for sluttier clothes?"

"No, I mean, in Hardiamonds." She looks very confused. "Your clothes are alright, Laurie. And even with all the sluts running around this mall, you will still stand out to the right guy. Maybe we can increase your chances a little, though, with some help from Hardiamonds." You stand and enter the store, and she smiles as she takes your hand and follows you in.

Inside the jewellery store you find case after case of brilliant valuables you can just demand be worn by any young women, and no one will even have to buy them. What catches your eye in this shop is not the diamonds, however, but the salespeople. Besides you and Laurie, there's only one other customer, a man looking at engagement rings, but there are two hot saleswomen. One is a perky blonde showing the guy rings, and the other a tall, curvy brunette walking towards you now. She's trying to figure out what you're doing here with Laurie, who she obviously recognizes. She's carefully covering her breasts with folded arms. She must be wearing no bra under her silk blouse, unbuttoned well beyond her cleavage.

"Welcome to Hardiamonds, sir, looking for something special?"

"Yeah, I'm the clothing controller," you say, pulling her arms away from her chest, revealing her deep fake-titty cleavage, her nametag, and the huge bumps in her blouse where her rock hard, air-conditioned nipples are pressing against it. "...Chelsea. Everything I do is special."