Gentleman ... of sorts

You can see that the younger locksmith is trying to think of something. You patiently wait for him to speak.

"Ah geez, I can't think of anything decent that won't get me into shit ... " he says, sighing. You smile and start to step forwards.

The younger locksmith raises a hand indicating for you to stop. "But I can think of something .... I'll let you in, but only if you put on some of your sexiest lingerie, tell my boss you were sleeping and didn't hear us, and hit on him."

You stop, and ponder his request. You could say no and stand out in the outdoors in all your 'natural' glory or perhaps try and just push him aside, but .... what the hell, you have already shamed Sue, why not a bit more?

"Okay," you nod.

The younger locksmith smiles and steps back, allowing you to walk past. You stop and wipe your feet on the rough door mat before entering the back door. You can feel his eyes burning on your - Sue's - rear as you walk back to Sue's room.

You pull out some of her drawers and try to find which one Sue keeps all her underwear and lingere.

What do you wear for the older locksmith, does the younger locksmith come in and help you pick or ...