Busy.

The doors slide open with a soft chime as we step into the mall, and instantly, the air shifts. The noise is overwhelming at first—voices overlapping, the hum of the escalators moving like a quiet current, the clack of heels on tile floors, the occasional burst of laughter echoing off the high ceilings. The mall feels alive, each footstep, each conversation, contributing to the pulse of the place.

Shoppers bustle around, a mix of groups, families, and lone wanderers weaving in and out of stores. Neon signs flash brightly, announcing sales and promotions, while colorful window displays tempt passersby with the latest trends. There’s a slight chaos to it all, the type of energy that makes everything feel fast-paced but exciting. My eyes are darting everywhere, trying to take it all in. "Shit," I think to myself. These people are going to see me naked soon enough.

As my heart begins to pound in trepidation once again, we move past a kiosk with a young woman trying to catch people’s attention, selling phone cases with glittery charms, and I can’t help but glance at the group of teenagers laughing in front of a clothing store, holding up the latest oversized hoodies. Everything feels so... alive here, so full of movement.

But then, we approach the Victoria’s Secret store, and the moment we step inside, it’s like the world quiets just a bit. The heavy, bustling noise of the mall seems muffled, and a soft, sweet scent fills the air—a mix of vanilla and jasmine, warm and almost comforting. The lights inside are dimmer, casting a sultry glow over the shelves of lacy bras and delicate panties, the silky robes and delicate sleepwear draped like art on display. The atmosphere feels different here—intimate, almost secretive. The soft music playing in the background seems to wrap around me like a whisper, faint and alluring.

"Guess we are here." He said in a whisper as he takes a deep breath at the scenery in front of him. He saw some women mingling around and looking for new clothes, but much emptier than the overall mall. "Perfect." He smiled. Jerome looked over at me and bluntly told me, "We are going into the changing rooms."