It's that old nerdy Cashier.

He barges into the changing room. "Oh, this is perfect. I can see why you picked it out."

"Thank you," I said, my voice shaking. He walked over and touched the fabric of the costume, his hand lingering on my waist.

"You look so good in it," he said, his breath hot on my neck. "But I think you need something else. Something to make it complete." I shivered, not sure what he meant.

I look at the old man before me. He's got a round belly, glasses, and a bald spot on the top of his head. He's wearing an apron that reads "Moe's Costumes." He's at least in his fifties and has a kind face, but there's something predatory in his eyes.

The old man reaches into a bag and pulls out a pair of white stockings. He holds them up to me, and I see that they're made of some kind of shiny fabric. He smiles at me, and I feel my stomach drop.