Actually, you are a cruel enough man, so if she wants your help she'll have to entertain you as well

You make your way to the gate with your umbrella after making sure that the cameras picked up nobody else outside the premises. Reaching the gate, you stare at the miserable disheveled girl right outside. She sees you staring and she holds herself even tighter.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" You ask sternly.

She shivers.

"I-I was t-t-travelling and t-the rain caught me o-out here." She stammers a reply.

"I can see that." You answer her gruffly, "That doesn't answer why you're here, in front of me."

"Y-you're the only one around here," she says, "C-could you help me?"

"I know I'm the only one around here. I own the whole mountain." You tell her, "That means the only people who visit me unannounced at this time of night..."

You produce a stun gun from your back pocket and point it at her. She raises her hands up in terror.

"Please!" She cries, "I'm not going to do anything bad."

"You'll have to prove it." You tell her in no uncertain terms, "Strip."

She freezes, as if hearing what you said turned her to stone.

"You heard me," you say, "Take everything off. Show me you're not hiding anything."

She blinks. Her eyes watery, and not from the rain. Your gaze softens as she looks utterly helpless in the rain.

"Fine, just let me see what you have in your bag." You relent

She unslings the bag from her and starts to put it down but you put your hand past the gate and motion her to give it to you. You take it and rifle through its contents. She looks on dejected as you pull out a butterfly knife.

"What's this then?" You ask her, deftly unsheathing and sheathing the knife with one hand.

"That's just for self defense!" She pleads.

"I was thinking of letting you in after checking your bag," you tell her with a disappointed tone on your voice, "but you didn't tell me about this beforehand. I don't know what else you're hiding from me. Strip."

She looks utterly defeated, and pulls her tank top over her head. You see that she doesn't have a bra to hold her naturally perky C-cup breasts and her nipples point themselves at you hard as diamonds. You motion for her to hand you her top, and you make a show of turning it over in front of her and making a cursory inspection.

"Not that I expected you to hide anything under here." You tell her, "But you're getting the idea of how to earn my trust. Your shorts next, girl."

She inhales sharply, perhaps she was hoping that it would end with her breasts being laid bare and you would show her mercy. But the look on your face confirms in her mind that you aren't in any mood to be merciful. She pulls her denim shorts down, revealing that she also doesn't wear undergarments down there. You also make a show of inspecting her clothing, checking the pockets and turning them over.

"You don't have a wallet?" You ask, "or any ID? Who are you?"

"I'm Jennifer," she manages to reply while shivering nude in the rain, "I'm just lost."

"Maybe, Jennifer," you grunt, "or maybe you're something else. Either way, wait there for a minute."

You enter a nearby security guard kiosk. You don't actually employ guards anymore, but it's still fully functional and equipped. You stash her stuff inside a small safe and lock it, and you notice a pair of metal handcuffs and a pair of gloves that's used when doing a cavity search.