Come to the back office... in underwear.

"I can't go out there... like this!" Lauren gestured to her lingerie clad body.

"Well... hang on..." The salesgirl went out the door. Lauren cringed back as it swung open, fearful of being revealed for that brief second. The salesgirl left Lauren to feel extremely exposed and nervous, all mixed with bitter thoughts of her sister.

"That bitch!" She muttered. "I'll get her back for this!"

The salesgirl returned a few moments later.

"I cleared the sales floor." She explained. "There were no other customers, so I switched the sign to closed for a moment, and told all the other employees to take a short break. You'll be fine heading to the back office where we can deal with your problem quietly. With you there, we can return to regular business."

"T... thank you!" Lauren said, truly appreciative. The salesgirl opened the door, waiting for Lauren. Lauren creeped out on her tip toes. She flinched as the bright lights hit her body, the cool air of the boutique. She knew no one was around, but still it felt so strange, walking around a upper scale store in lingerie! She crossed her arms over her stomach, wishing she had her Spanx. Still, if she sucked in and tried to keep it covered, she hoped her slight paunch would be hidden. She was relived as they entered the small office in back.

The salesgirl offered her a seat. Lauren sat hurriedly, hunching to hide herself more.

"We'll try to call someone to get you." The salesgirl said. But, in the short term, there's a problem..."

"Yes? What?" Lauren asked, not excited about the prospect of yet another problem.

"That lingerie your wearing if seven hundred dollars."

"Yes, so?" Lauren hardly cared about amounts like that anymore.

"Well, if you wear it long enough it becomes unsalable. There's no washing of items before sale, you see. We have an hour limit, which you're rapidly approaching. I'll need you to take it off."

"What?!" Lauren squealed. "I'm not getting naked!"

"I'm afraid you have ****." The salesgirl said. "These are the policies."

"But... but..." Lauren stammered. "I'll buy it when I get my driver here! I don't care about seven hundred dollars!"

"I can't sell something that expensive on credit." She pointed out. "I'm afraid you have to get undressed. Then I can give you my phone, and we can take care of a ride."