The matron.

A heavyset woman of about sixty came in, took one look at Zia and marched over to her.

"You're a lovely one, aren't you?" She gave Zia's left breast a quick tickle. "What are you in for?"

Zia begged herself to call for aid but what came out of her mouth was "Shoplifting."

"Oh, my. Can nothing be done with this younger generation?"

Ann grinned. "Trudy, I recall you spent your fair share of time on display. Isn't that how you met your second husband?"

"Oh Tosh, dear. Just because I was wild in my younger years doesn't mean I can't tease this child."

"Of course, tease away. Meanwhile, what can I get you?"

"A bottle of that aphrodisiac wine. It's my Sarah's coming out party."

"I thought your grand-daughter turned eighteen last year."

"Oh, she did; now she's coming out," Trudy turned to Zia, "of the closet, Dear."

"All right; I'll return momentarily."

Ann walked into the back; the old woman leaned in conspiratorially.

"I can get you out of here, if you're willing to make it worth my while."