Pull the pantyhose off your face

But you don’t manage to run. When you make the first step, the door creaks again, and you barely have time to hop back on the pedestal, put on your pantyhose mask and become a mannequin again.

Not that there is any sense in it, cause he obviously killed Linda and now is coming for you…

“No, I mean it! You must give me your phone number” - you hear Linda’s laugh - “If this stupid girl visits my store, I’ll call you. And if not… Well, come around anyway! I can be kinky too!”

For fuck's sake. She is alive!

But what happens next surprises you even more.

The man apologizes!

“I don’t know, Linda… After all that I said… I feel really bad about that”.

“Nope, nevermind that!” - she insists.

“That’s my job… too much stress, you know…”

“Oh, I know that indeed. Cause while you have that one kinky girl, I have tons of them every day!”

“I definitely should pay your store a visit!” - now you hear him smiling too.

“Okay, give me your phone and I’ll write down my number” - the man says.

“My phone got smashed, remember?” - she smiles by her voice, - “But you can write it here…”

“Oh yeah. The Great Phone Crash” - he obviously smiles back. What’s going on? Are they flirting?

Several moments pass by in silence.

“Okay, here it is. Call me if she is back. Or… just when you're in the mood” - wow, is he embarrassed?

“I will! See you!” - she says cheerfully.

The store’s door opens and closes again, and you heave a sigh of relief. He is gone! You are safe!

You pull the pantyhose off your face and see Linda. She definitely isn't cheerful anymore. She’s angry as hell.

“Don’t you fucking move, bitch” - she spits.