Of course! (Gay/Straight)

Of course! Yes! Right! you reaffirm yourself seriously, the inner voice climbing higher with every word.

Ha... Thought they could get you. Idiots.

You look the security woman in the face and give her a crooked little smile. Then you just sidestep her without as much as a second glance at her ass. It's satisfying not to have fallen for a trap so early in whatever this game is supposed to be.

With that out of the way, you do feel some curiosity as to what kind of store she would be working for.

...

Inside, the air hums with a buzz of electricity, old LED tubes neatly lining the ceiling. Not all of them work, but there's plenty to keep the store lit in case a few more burn out.

First worthwhile thing you notice are stacks of folded clothing by the window, sitting in one of the shadier areas as if whoever placed them there tried to avoid direct light.

Other than that... It's kind of empty. One more interesting thing would be the few clothing racks and hangers that lie bare.

Are the mannequins playing dress-up? you wonder.

...

Five minutes in, and yeah, this place has decent stuff.

You catch yourself actually browsing. Like a normal person, in a definitely normal store, staffed by normal... things.

Eventually, something gray catches your eye on a display table. A t-shirt with some weird inscriptions on it, like letters but none you had ever seen. The material feels thick and of high-quality, so you grab the collar and let it unfold itself in the air to better inspect it.

As soon as you do that, however, the electric buzz spikes. One second later, it's back to normal.

First, you check the ceiling, but count as many lights as there were when you entered. Around the store, nothing seems to have changed either...

Then, you look at the entrance. The security woman has left her spot.

It feels ominous, but it's not like you're stealing it... You thought about it, but that's another thing.

So you sling the t-shirt over your shoulder anyway.

This time, the buzz brings a flicker too. Complete darkness for a whole second.

First thing now, you know to look for the woman. Sure enough, she is inside the store, heading your direction.

You squint at her, trying to see anything different. "I want to buy this," you call out.

Surely, you're not breaking rules through thought crime.

Another flicker follows. This one two agonizingly long seconds in which you don't move a single muscle.

Of course. She's gotten closer. Now this is fucking cheating. So it's not just "don't look" but "don't exist in bad lighting".

Great store. Love the atmosphere. Five stars. Fucking assholes.

...

You glance toward the counter. The cashier is nowhere to be seen. There is a sign though.

"We are happy to assist all respectful customers."

You nod sarcastically at the sign.

...

You're counting ten minutes now.

Ten minutes with no service and no cashier. And that attractive coat rack aggressively breathing down the back of your neck. Figuratively.

Whenever you move, so does she, always freezing in a pose as if she never moved. She's way too good at it.

...

You head towards the back of the store, t-shirt still on your shoulder as you play traffic lights with the hall monitor.

Needless to say, your mood has soured.

You noticed two doors during your first tour of the store. They feel a little more relevant now. You remember one saying Employees Only. The other should've been Fitting Room. And so, you wondered if she would chase you in there and what she would do if you took your dick out. Can't try on a t-shirt without your meat swinging, right?

You take one final glance at the counter, looking over the shoulder of that woman.

It's still empty. Maybe the cashier is on break? You don't know.

You could wait, do a staring contest with the security girl. Or move on with your plan... Maybe check the other door for the cashier. Or you could put the t-shirt back. But why would you do that?

Thanks for reading so far~
Twink mannequin with some small animations by tuesday-wednesday.