Penelope

Penelope had been looking around the mall for a costume shop for hours, scouring every nook and cranny, even attempting to decipher the incomprehensible mall map.

A short woman, wearing leggings under her short skirt and a zipper up hoodie, Penelope was a small, mousey thing. Easily ignored, which is how she preferred it. After all, less attention meant less chance of... well, of anything bad happening to her.

Just as she was ready to give it up, go home to her girlfriend, and call it a day, she spotted it, out of the corner of her eye: the costume shop! Running over, she entered the store and found it exactly as she imagined, full of costumes and cosplays, from the risque to the downright lewd.

"May I help you?" asked a voice from behind her, making the girl jump.

She turned to see a woman standing there, mature and professional, a smile on her face. "O-oh, well, maybe? I was, sort of looking for this store, because..."