Chapter 2 - Bimbo in a Clothing Store

Morning comes quietly to the mall.

The lights flicker back on one row at a time, bathing the empty corridors in pale fluorescent glow. Store gates rattle open, one after another, until finally the clothing store’s lock clicks and the door swings inward.

Olivia steps inside.

She’s still half-asleep, clutching a takeaway coffee with both hands. A brown ponytail hangs down her back, slightly messy, and she’s wrapped in her usual oversized green sweater — more comfortable than stylish. At twenty-one, she’s an engineering student scraping by on part-time shifts, counting the days until she can trade retail hours for a real job.

For now, though, mannequins are her responsibility.

She flips on the display lights and sighs softly. “Alright,” she mutters to herself. “Swimsuit season is coming...”

Boxes sit stacked behind the counter, filled with the store’s newest collection. Olivia hesitates as she opens one, her ears warming. These suits are… bold. Minimal. Strategically absent in places she’d rather not think about: "Who actually wears this stuff?", she wonders and blushes.

Still, it’s her job.