Help the girl.

Leena has a slight tint to her skin, echoing the remainder of her blood's Middle Eastern heritage. She has black hair, which she wears tied back into twin pigtails behind her head, and thick-rimmed glasses. Other than that, you don't really know much about her, other than that she was only hired about a week or so prior. She's about to have an interesting shift regardless.

You find her stocking in the women's undergarment section, garbed in black pants and a blue t-shirt. Given her demeanour, she doesn't look like the type to ever wear lingerie, though with your newfound confidence, you definitely would.

"Hey there," you say with a friendly wave, and a sashay down the aisle towards her. "I'm Alice, and I'm going to help you out with that stuff, mkay?"

She looks over and seems taken aback at first. Leena stands up straight and clears her throat, though the first word out cracks. "H-Hey. I'm getting there. It's just that this store is so big."

"Hey don't worry about it."

At first, you almost forgot you never buttoned back up your shirt. You walk towards her, and she struggles not to watch your full cleavage shift around in the nearly halfway opened shirt. All she can do is turn away bashfully, admitting defeat. There's no way she can keep from staring. It's interesting how much it seems to pull her attention in the first place, considering she's a girl as well.

"So, where did you leave off?"

She picks up a package from the box on her cart, and it's a skimpy, frilly, pink pair of panties. She looks to you, and then to it, as she nervously puts it on the shelf where it belongs with colour in her cheeks.

Is she getting embarrassed by underwear now that I'm here? That's pretty childish, but super cute.

"And then the socks go down here," you say, bending over as she leans down to your guidance.

She looks up and widens her eyes, finding herself staring straight down your shirt. Your breasts are hanging free inside, though the tips are still concealed by the fabric of your opened shirt, albeit barely. She starts to grow hot, and her face turns red. She wants to be polite, but it's so difficult to look away at a once in a life time view--big, round breasts hanging down in front of her face. It's a window into heaven.

"Leena?"

Breathing heavily through her nose, she puts the item away. She squirms nervously in place.

"The next is up here," you say, standing back up straight.

She breaths a sigh of relief, though her face is still flushed, especially with you standing so close by. There's also something about being surrounded by such intimate and risque products that doesn't make it any better for her. If pushed any further, her glasses would probably fog up.

To help her go faster, you pick up a full black set of lingerie to put away, but you hold it out in front of you first. "Have you ever worn something like this?"

"Definitely not!" she replies quickly.

"Oh? I think you'd look cute."

She becomes to embarrassed to look directly at you any longer, and turns back to the cart of supplies. "Th-Thanks."

You hang it up, and turn back to her, striking a little pose. "Would I?"

Her eyes trail up and down your body, especially at the lack of closed buttons. "Definitely," she mutters.

Eventually, you help her finish up what was left on the cart. It wasn't much. Afterwards, you take a step towards her, and lean in for a little peck on the cheek. She turns red, and you smile and wink. "I'm glad I could help," you say.

Now you have more time to do what you want to do.